promise

Bare, revisited

Fire, small and mean, spits at me, its red darting flames just like my daughter’s tongue when it protrudes from her mouth to scorn me. I scowl back. Fistfuls of smoke pour over the cauldron; howling winds grab the steam and fling it out on the high prairie beyond the grove of trees encircling me. […]

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Joy

Rediscovery is always a delight when found as an old, quirky friend, a freshly washed bill in the dryer or, for me last Christmas, lyrics to the holiday classic “The Little Drummer Boy.” As I listened to a popular a cappella group sing this familiar story, their unique rendition clearly revealed its message: a young boy earnestly beats […]

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Promise

(A very transparent post on the eve of this blog’s second anniversary!) I was arrested on a Tuesday night. In the worst rain our Midwestern metro had seen in decades, I plowed my cousin’s champagne-colored Ford Escort into a late model sedan. “Oh, shit!” seemed a futile and gross understatement but I uttered it anyway as […]

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Rise

I needed to get up but couldn’t. Rather, seated and frozen, I willed the clock and my children to stop moving. If these would cease their audacious advance, I might, in the ensuing silence, locate the courage to cherish them. But there, hands clutched round cool, faux wood-grain, I remained resolute, squarely bound in my armchair, […]

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