Category: Family
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It comes down to potatoes
It is as I come down this morning and remember having tried to put away five pounds of Idaho potatoes the other night to find you had stashed twenty pounds of sweet potatoes where I store potatoes and onions even though we never eat them and then having left my potatoes out because there was…
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How trees grow
Boy trails old man along stream bed cuts into damp soil slips sapling into crevice weighs heel to seal the earth trails further pausing when old man pauses cutting when old man cuts slipping when old man slips heeling when old man heels And so it goes all afternoon and into night how trees grow…
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Unborn child
My first lie was before you were conceived and I prayed that if you were a girl, you must have Jeff’s hair, because all my years as a little girl I had dreamt of having just that hair, waving soft back and forth, all the time knowing God does not take a grocery list he…
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