A young father lay dying. Our sons, then in third grade together, had been playmates since kindergarten. When word came…
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The Shallows
It is August and the goldenrod is in bloom alongside the road. Last night, I lay in bed, windows opened…
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Parents Day
You’d think I would be used to it by now, the simple fact that my children have grown up. Yet…
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Logistics
I promised Henry that if he took a job working as a counselor and pianist at a remote music camp…
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Otherwise
We bike seven and a half miles up the road from our house, past hay fields and horses and silent,…
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Fireworks
I dug the fire pit out in our yard five years ago, the week we moved into the old red…
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