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Tag Archives: family
Perpetuam Memoriam
There are some memories so far back, so deeply and imperfectly ingrained into my psyche that they hardly seem like memories at all, but something so much more basic; some deeply felt but never understood phantasm of action devoid of … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Non-fiction, Nonfiction
Tagged childhood, discipline, family, father, fear, guns, innocence, laughter, Life, Memory, muffins, pills, vitamins
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A Brush with Strangers
I’ve never been fond of fog. No line of sight, no way of knowing which noises are normal and which ones might be The End hunting for you. That’s the problem with living all the way up here with clouds. … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Fiction, fiction
Tagged apocalypse, child's play, childhood, dystopian, family, fiction, fire, fog, forest, home, house on a hill, hunting, murder, raiding party
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Requiescat in Pace
This is an old story, with an older style. I share it with trepidation, but with the understanding that my dog will always be awesome. ——- I don’t place much trust in people. They’re good for bouts of conversation, but … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Non-fiction, Nonfiction
Tagged childhood, college writing, death, Dogs, family, friendship, great dane, learning to enjoy the grass, Life, Love, mourning, park, youth
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Grief’s Promise
Writing is full of false starts and mulligans. Were it a sport it would be an inscrutable mass of expletives and rage-crumpled pages. This is not news to me, nor, I suspect, is it new to you. It is the … Continue reading
Posted in Nonfiction
Tagged death, family, funeral, grandfather, grandpa, grief, Life, Memory, one final attempt for clarity, promise, sedatives and swabs, suffering, writing
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