Wild Flower

My son was four years old the first time he had an opinion about his hair. His thick blond hair bounced up and down as he ran, and it brought me absolute delight. When he asked to shave it off, my heart sank. I allowed myself to explore the unusually strong feelings I was experiencing,…

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Second Chances

There have been so many answers to my call over the years of my life, countless “hellos” on the other end of the phone. Many different occasions, some in celebration, a baby is on the way, some in distress, have you heard from him, some with hope, when will you arrive, others with disappointment, I’m…

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Class of ’96

“In ten years, she sees herself working as a physical therapist and married, with two children.”

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Outlaw Fun.

This Christmas, I was rifling through some drawers in my bedroom in search of a gift I must have ‘hidden too well’ when I found a plastic baggie full of small, brown cards.

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