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I thought about giving up, throwing in the towel, but then I grabbed the edge of the dry, musty wallpaper and peeled it off in one clean sweep. The tearing sound of the paper, revealing the smooth surface of the wall beneath, reminded me that sometimes you have to give it another go before giving…
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How was your March? Mine was fine I turned 37 Then my dad died In a home on land That I once called mine What a quake to the system The earth shook to its core Once it was done I made it back north To the red barn With the old rustic house Where…
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As I sit here with my son, who just missed his brother here not long ago, it dawns on me that they’ve been taking turns checking in. This whole time I’ve been down here, from the minute I got the call about my father’s passing, I contemplated how I could make it right for my…
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Standing over my father’s body, my palm encompassing his sternum, I tell him, “You sneaky fuck, you knew exactly what you were doing.” He had predicted his own death, knew it was on the way, and had been telling me every chance he had. What I didn’t grasp was that we were always alone, and…
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My Father died yesterday afternoon, after a violent attempt at resuscitation. After reading the code report, I understood that there was nothing anyone could have done to save him. When my mother asked me to write his obituary, I paused. I’ve written plenty about my father, and just last week, I pulled him into my…
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I looked over the old family scrapbooks last night. I studied how the photos were cut into perfect circles, and the handwriting explaining them in detail was written in excitement. I felt my mother’s love pour out of those books, because that is how your sister made them. That’s the thing about us daughters, we…
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On July 11, 2025, I called out of work. Not because I was sick, but because I was insane, so I got up and started driving. I headed north. It wasn’t just a draw of the soul leading me there; it was instinct. “Welcome to Vermont,” read the sign. I felt my spirit lighten. Unbeknownst…
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The tooth in the back of my mouth is dead. I knew it when the Endodontist winced at the lack of pain I felt as he surged a frozen stick into my mouth. I had cracked it down the middle over time, in my sleep. In August, I moved to Vermont to get back on…
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Run as fast as you can Hold your glory Rewrite your plan Be who you want to be The journey is worth it Just ask me Clean off your mirror Look directly ahead Keep on growing Until the day you are dead
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It’s been some time since pain has brought me to tears. I must admit, while holding onto the throbbing left side of my face, it got me thinking: Where are my other exposed nerves? Here’s one. Like the shooting fire going across my cheek, the tension can sometimes be cut with a knife. I don’t…
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