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It's always hard it was especially hard at that point to believe anything any medical professional said, because one by one they had been wrong for years, and until I was losing my ability to walk, no one did what…

My mother was taught to be afraid of thunderstorms. The explanation she gave me was that one of her foster mothers (she had 3 throughout her turbulent childhood) told her to get under the bed whenever one came through. She…

In 1969 when I was 18, I moved out of my mother's home into my first apartment with my three month old son. I'd lived with my mom while I waited for my baby to be born and for the…

My feet were tired, and the baggage claim alarm was running non-stop. The person standing in line behind me kept bumping into me, not aware of her surroundings with her head buried in her phone. My flight had been "delayed"…

I couldn't tell if she was having a panic at

“Goddamn, Jordan. Tell me again why we love this job? This day after day shit on fires for, how many weeks now? Three?” I ask, as I lug the 50+ pounds of fire hose in my pack up the mountain-goat-steep…

Snapshot #3 Sunday, February 21, 2016 THE TALL MAN To the right of my desk, on the white wooden window sill pinned at shoulder level, is an 8 X 12 color photo of my deceased brother Richard. Richard Laurence Baron.…

(Hi, there! Just want to preface this by telling you it’s a study for a character I’m exploring for a new novel project. I don’t usually write in the first person and I’m a weak author of interiority, so I’m…

Mostly, I feel I can navigate the world. I can decide what time to get up (and, if I wake too early, there’s ambien); I can decide what time to go to bed, although my decision is usually 11 p.m.…

I never stopped praising her, even after she did me wrong. I was with my mother at my uncle's house in Alabama. Both of them have been dead for years. My uncle was given seven rabbits, and now he had…