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Half-awake, deep under a layer of blankets, I hear him cry out in his dark, cold room at the end of the hall. “Ya-Yuh? Ya-yuh!” he calls, pausing to wait for his brother’s reply. Answering silence is followed by thump, patter, then the squeak of his...
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Shift each log. Make room for air to move through. Turn your head away and inhale, deep, through nostrils. Then turn again toward the dark stove and exhale. Aim low, for the coals, but not low enough to stir the ashes. Blow out long and hard until all air is...
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The Player My husband wanted a record player. Why? I asked. We don’t have ROOM for a record player. We don’t NEED a record player. We don’t even OWN any records. Still, every time I browsed local thrift stores he asked, Did you see any record...
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At our house we use tissues as bookmarks. Allergy-prone, boxes sit in every room, which is where, also, we read – every room. “We have too many books,” my daughter once commented. This, I...
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I have my own picture window now, complete with bird feeder. Grandma fed her chickadees religiously, for years. Filling a rusted coffee can with sunflower seeds, she loaded the feeder outside her big picture window, daily. Seated...
