This is one of the February Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story. I gave my wife a red scarf for her birthday. That was before we married, and everything seemed promising. I gave it to her with a note that said to wear it with the benefit of the […]
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After the car wreck, the three month coma, and the brain injury with a wheelchair, I say this: To believe in most anything is an intangible act of faith. We sort through what we can and cannot believe in as we grow older. I have learned that belief is not fickle. I grew up Episcopal, […]
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In a fog of worry, I attempt to start over. I’ve got my hands in the hands of a little guy, nine years old. The electric energy of youth eases my worry, but does not stop it. This is Pete. Pete’s mom and I are on fast forward to love, and it worries me. Pete […]
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When the sun streamed through hair ~ for Molly And dew sat pensive I thought, and thought Of how I could possibly go. How could I go… The twilight perched on the shoulders Of a dream And played little mini-melodies Of walking along the banks And walking And walking See the smoke Settling down in […]
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Ben and Heather, they sure have moved around. But always, always do they reconnect. Heather and Ben. Ben and Heather. The real story, the one I’ve been skirting the edges of, is that Ben and Heather are the sort of soul-mates who go on to the next life together. They are born, live and die, […]
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So you wanna drive, eh young Murray? Be patient. This is a lesson best learned now, before the car wreck that will nearly kill you. Just ease up on the throttle and relax. You’ve got a three-month coma to spell ya, and a year in a wheelchair. At sixteen, you think you aren’t fast enough […]
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