Gene’s Monologue
Feb 23, 2024

I struggled when Burt died. His ghost was always in the corner of my eye or telling me to change the channel when I watched my soaps. I started drinking, just Chardonnay. That was his favorite, but we argued about…

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NYE DR p4
Feb 23, 2024

The wooden slats of the gate were thick. There was barely a fingernail of space between each. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could see the outline of him. The gate was heavy. He was here. He had travelled…

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Eden
Feb 23, 2024

When my children were very young I went through a period of baking bread at home once a week. I had the downtime and I loved the way it made the house smell and I really wanted them to have…

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With what do you fill an empty life?
Feb 23, 2024

Smiles can fill an empty life, especially smiles of children. Try not to discriminate Bring smiles to the face of your loved ones, but also strangers in the street, some of whom you may have never seen. Try to see…

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With what do you fill an empty life?
Feb 23, 2024

At John's grave, Annie kneels, puts down fresh flowers and prays. So immersed in her morning ritual, she doesn’t hear the truck on the ranch road. The sound of boots on the gravel penetrates her immersion in the world prayer…

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Writing.
Feb 23, 2024

I resist writing today again and again. I can feel the white leather cushion seat beneath my sitz bones, and the warm blue-grey wall behind my laptop. I feel the cold of the metal beneath my palms as I type…

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It is my heart again
Feb 23, 2024

My uncle, an odd duck who is also sweet, drops flowers by for my mom. This is something he's started doing more often in the year since my dad died. My mom says to me, "I told dad that if…

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Remember
Feb 23, 2024

Dave High says that once the grief passes you'll laugh when you remember your dad. Wally Smith remembers the time that all of the electrical systems on the 50 foot sailboat failed, and they had to pull up the anchor…

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Sparkly Horses and Crackers in Bed
Feb 23, 2024

Like it was yesterday – (maybe because i have never sufficiently grown up) – I remember a little fantasy dream-like scene I’d invent night after night in my darkened bedroom…….i was maybe 8 years old: I’d lay under the covers…

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With What Do You Fill an Empty Life?
Feb 23, 2024

We came across the line from King Lear last week, the “we” being the small group of adults who are taking my session on two of Shakespeare’s plays. Lear’s line is: “Who is it that can tell me who I…

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Piano 2024
Feb 23, 2024

We were driving in Chuck's truck through downtown Albany, New York. I was riding in the bed with the piano we had just maneuvered down the narrow stairs from Seal's apartment. The extraction was successful. It was not tied in,…

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Cliff M
Feb 23, 2024

We were helping my brother move some logs. He and Chuck had taken a tree down on a property in Albany, off of Route 5. Cliff and I were involved in our own activities but were helping Jimmy on this…

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