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He always called you boy. Even though you were 18 by the time you worked for him that summer. And, … Continue reading Boy

I visited the shop that sits a little off the beaten path the other day with Mama Jan to see … Continue reading Still There

I have my good days and bad days. On my good days, my mind rolls back, and a panorama of … Continue reading Whose Feet They Hurt with Iron

I really didn’t have a plan when I started this particular writing episode a little over two years ago. Other … Continue reading In Which I Fail