The Field Amidst The Two Houses: A Short Story


And then there is this knowing that affairs, even the love kind, are not blameless. They foil with the future the way God quickens our destiny without caution, just like the rain dawns in the midst of a summer’s day dampening the exposed ground. At the cottage down the hill a wasted senile man is…

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I Would Remember


When all is said and done I would remember the snow outside the doctor’s office.  The unknowingness in my children’s lives.  The struggle to be inside a new chapter after. I would remember the stars.  The lake.  Loneliness on the deck.  The decade that was born from the grief.  My dogs. The girls…

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You Can Call Me Georgia


Something magical happens when you stop caring about what others think of you.  You start to taste a level of freedom that questions all of your past decisions.  It changes your interactions with people.  Your conversations with your boss.  Your friends.  The whole ecosystem around you.  The other…

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The Life After Loss Kidnapper


She resides inside new love.  She makes her home within a new memory.  She keeps you up at night after a first date.  And she whispers words of utter destruction.  Especially after laughter.  After fun.  Her name is guilt.  And she ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.  Or so she thinks.  Her hands…

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The Field Amidst The Two Houses: A Short Story


And then there is this knowing that affairs, even the love kind, are not blameless. They foil with the future the way God quickens our destiny without caution, just like the rain dawns in the midst of a summer’s day dampening the exposed ground. At the cottage down the hill a wasted senile man is…

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I Would Remember


When all is said and done I would remember the snow outside the doctor’s office.  The unknowingness in my children’s lives.  The struggle to be inside a new chapter after. I would remember the stars.  The lake.  Loneliness on the deck.  The decade that was born from the grief.  My dogs. The girls…

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You Can Call Me Georgia


Something magical happens when you stop caring about what others think of you.  You start to taste a level of freedom that questions all of your past decisions.  It changes your interactions with people.  Your conversations with your boss.  Your friends.  The whole ecosystem around you.  The other…

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The Life After Loss Kidnapper


She resides inside new love.  She makes her home within a new memory.  She keeps you up at night after a first date.  And she whispers words of utter destruction.  Especially after laughter.  After fun.  Her name is guilt.  And she ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.  Or so she thinks.  Her hands…

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