Tag Archives: Family

Missing You

It never leaves the pain, the heartache of losing one so dear Or one who should have been dear but for youth and shame that kept me from truly knowing and being known by you I hid so much from … Continue reading

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Endless Roller Coaster

It occurred to me the other day that I’m on a roller coaster ride The Cyclone on Coney Island perhaps or Goliath at Six Flags I chug up the hill on encouragements Your story needs to be told You are … Continue reading

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Meanwhile

This is a little vignette I wrote in response to a prompt during my memoir class with Sarah Thebarge. (I learned so much from her.) The prompt was to think about the resolution of our story arc and write about … Continue reading

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A Dog’s Summer Vacation

I love vacation because I get to spend more time with my mom and dad. Even if a lot of that time is riding in the back seat of the car. Eventually we get out and I get to hang out while they eat their picnic … Continue reading

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Harenochiame – 晴後雨 はれのちあめ

An outdoor June wedding in the Pacific Northwest is always a crap shoot. You pick a date and hope the weather cooperates, or else don’t care whether it does or not. If a little rain (or an impending thunder storm) … Continue reading

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Train of Thought

Shortness of breath reminds me of the stench of Old Golds wafting to upper bunk as ash spills from glowing red tip into ash tray beside their bed reminds me of camping at Oak Grove Campground hiking the loops with … Continue reading

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Triggers, Triggers Everywhere

Tears spilled from my eyes Gushed, really quite uncontrollably Anger the apparent trigger He wouldn’t listen Then I realize the real trigger This series of events: Writing of Dad’s death Hearing of Aunt Dot’s passing Trying to save a few … Continue reading

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