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The not so long day
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Making a molehill

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Father’s Day

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A fork in the map

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Sleepy boy

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Champion

I am writing even though I know you will never read this. You’ve been gone so long, sometimes I can’t remember your face. But the memories we made together have guided me through life, a stalwart navigator on a sometimes stormy sea. I remember the times we spent together in childhood, when I would sleepover…
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Chalk in the wind

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Mommy guilt

Why does everything take longer than you think it will? Last minute packing always extends past the slated hour into another place altogether, where you begin to get nervous about not getting everything done. And then miraculously, it’s finished. Just in time to worry about what everyone will do without me. I know, logically, that…


