Winning the Race

“You’re the last to arrive,” said our hostess. “The returns look bad. But, oh well. It’s early.” My husband, Jerry,...

Diary of a Caregiver

It’s nearly six o’clock on a damp evening. I’m winding down from a day’s work and thinking about preparing dinner...

A Present Silence

I had a recurring nightmare as a child. From about five years of age to 12, I dreamed about my...

Keep On Pedaling

Healing has been so slow. The windshield wipers sloshed back and forth as I struggled to see the road through...

Inside Job

I pulled my baking sheet out of the oven and inhaled the sweet scent of chocolate chip cookies. When I...

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