Lost at the fair

Lost at the fair

I had come to the State Fair with my friend, Katie, part of a YMCA youth group trip. The fairgrounds, massive and glittering on a summer July morning, represented both a new experience and a bit of anxiety. Although almost twelve years old and in the eighth grade, I...
Something caught her eye.

Something caught her eye.

Standing in the middle of the Goodwill store, something on the shelf two rows away caught her eye. She walked over to investigate and saw a simple white ceramic bowl sitting amidst a variety of dishware. Perfect. She walked in and avoided her husband’s eye. He knew...

April Fool’s Day, 1973

They brought the baby in as soon as she woke up. It seemed surreal to the 19-year-old. She knew that she had a baby girl because she caught a brief glimpse before they whisked her away, and she fell asleep. Time had lost its meaning for her. Was it still Sunday? The...
My Mother and I Took the Train

My Mother and I Took the Train

Some memories are so sweet that we like to visit them over and over again. To appreciate this memory I find a peaceful place and clear my mind of any worry or anxiety. I deliberately pass by the other memories that call to me, No thank you, I don’t wish to revisit that experience. I firmly choose this one – a special time I shared with my mother, who left this earth almost five years ago.

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