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before the day begins and ends
We pass each other like ships in the night. The most meaningful conversations happen in person, but there’s an ocean in between. I can point directly back to certain days, times of day, the commons...
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the life of the party | remembering Mama 2
The words below are those I had the privilege of sharing at my grandmother’s funeral this morning. To her legacy, and to life in all its fulness. +++ “Howdy Do?!” That’s the greeting that immediately...
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I am alive.
I’m not sure if it comes from my stomach, or maybe from my lungs, or if it actually originates in my throat itself. The language, though, is quite apt that it chokes me up suddenly. I may be speaking...
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the funeral laugh
You know it. And please. Don’t act like you don’t know it. Don’t act like you don’t know what the funeral laugh is. If you pretend that you don’t know it, I’ll know you’re lying and that’s an entirely...
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the era at hand
At about a hundred miles an hour it came crashing into my chest this morning, moving up quickly to my throat where it stole my breath and then my eyes which began to pour. In the wind, behind...
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