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Who was I, dwarfed by the monumental mountains, the curving roads, his little red car clinging to the narrow highway as we wound our way…
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When still just a toddler of three, with curly brown chin length hair and a pug nose, if asked what she wanted to be when…
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In 2019 and 2020 I was the Chaplain Intern and Resident at Kaiser Walnut Creek under supervision in a Clinical Pastoral Education program, part of…
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When it comes down to it, she hasn't kept anything. Not the china or the silverware, not the enormous flat-screen television she never wanted in…
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It was odd the effect the small girl had him. He looked forward to bringing her food, and trinkets, and imagined how she would react…
Keep ReadingIn 2019 and 2020 I was the Chaplain Intern and Resident at Kaiser Walnut Creek under supervision in a Clinical Pastoral Education program, part of…
When still just a toddler of three, with curly brown chin length hair and a pug nose, if asked what she wanted to be when…
Yawwwwwn. The alarm on my cell phone plays Paperback Writer at 7:15 a.m. Is it really time to wake up already? No way! It's practically…
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This is a January story, a story that started in 2019 and ended on its last day. A New Year’s Eve Ball where she could…
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[The is an excerpt from my new novel — the end of a scene. It's Susan and Richard's wedding day, and they've been drinking with…
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Who was I, dwarfed by the monumental mountains, the curving roads, his little red car clinging to the narrow highway as we wound our way…
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Falling to his knees, he let his hands push into the soft earth that she had tilled. Curling his fingers around the tender roots of…
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We woke way before dawn, it was probably about 3:00 AM. We were climbing Little Tahoma. Little Tahoma is a rock stack that is on…
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Yawwwwwn. The alarm on my cell phone plays Paperback Writer at 7:15 a.m. Is it really time to wake up already? No way! It's practically…
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When my grandma was young in Oak City, Utah, she skated on the frozen ponds in winter. The irrigation system spotted the desert with ponds,…
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When still just a toddler of three, with curly brown chin length hair and a pug nose, if asked what she wanted to be when…
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She was at a Palestine Water Restoration conference in a DC hotel when she got the text that her Uncle Ziad had been killed by…
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[Another surreal poem/prose; meant to be dark] Thin ice today. Okay, maybe only thin to me. Minus seven degrees of separation, I step through the…
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Shattered The vase fell, shattered. His mother’s favorite, the one that held the last rose his father had given to her before he died, a…
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I stand in the kitchen like I'm glued in place. No way could I have done this. I've got nothing to do with this. I…
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