Grandpa Praying

One of my favorite childhood memories is waking up in my grandparents house to the smell of coffee and toast, clean sheets and the lingering sent of grandma's soap and lotion, and grandpa's aftershave. I was upstairs, usually in the blue room with two twin beds,  windows that opened up over the street below, a... Continue Reading →

Legacy in a Ring

I sat on the bed, the heat of a November spring pressing in close, barely moved by the fan twirling above me.  It wasn't her bed, but it was her bedroom for the last months of her life.  The months I was last here, in Gympe.  When I last sat on the end of her... Continue Reading →

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