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You know what today is, right? Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. A day we remember the way he lived. The way he taught us to love and to fight -- and to love without fighting, but never to fight without loving. What a legacy he left. And this year it occurs to me that his...
I give the switch on the cord a quick twist, then stand back and admire the lights. I cup the hanging, worn, red apple in my hand, feel the rough, gaze at glitter that sparkles. It's hung now on 42 trees--well, except maybe for two or three grief years when we skipped...
Grace burrows into the hood of her orange sweatshirt and curls into pink plush on the couch. She complains of a sore throat, but she has no fever. Of course, it's only 49 degrees in the house. "I can't feel my fingers," she moans. "Do you want some gloves?" "No. Then...
I'm in a snit from the moment little feet hit the stairs and find me at my desk. Irritation flares up the back of my neck and I'm longing for a cave to disappear into. For no obvious reason, I'm irritable, and the clashing of their small annoyances, with my...
Sophonie, she scratches words on peach-colored concrete with a sliver of...
I've had months to get ready. But I'm not ready. I google "animals in Haiti,"...
All moments funnel into one, swirl faster in eye-blurring fury and...
I see the point of a soft pink triangle that cuts between two pine trees to...
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