Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Friendship
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I was sitting on the back deck yesterday morning, waiting for Max to finish his breakfast, when a small cardinal flew up and landed on the railing right in front of me. I'd love to believe he just wanted to greet me with a warm Good morning! which is what I told him, but I…
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Who says you can only celebrate big on the milestone years? For over a year my high school classmates and I danced and WA-HOO!ed our way through our 50th birthdays. Now all of the stragglers (those babies of the class of '77) have caught up while others are moving on to 51. But the parties haven't stopped. Why should…
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Yep, it's the weekend! And, man, am I glad to see him….her…it. Whatever. I'm just glad it's Friday! I'm playing hooky from work (with permission) to attack my to-do lists and try to perform miracles. Yeah, yeah, I know I was off Wednesday because of the snow, but it kept me so mesmerized that I…
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It's been almost ten years, but I can still remember that suffocating weight of construction loan deadlines, knowing if we didn't finish what we needed to by a certain date, everything we had accomplished up to that point would vanish…poof!…like sawdust on a windy day – along with all of our money, dreams…everything. The deadlines press down on you, squeezing the breath…
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It's Father's Day morning, 2009, and he rises early, happy, eager to spend the day with his three kids. His oldest son, now a young adult, is asleep on the couch downstairs; he spent the night just so he could attend church with his Dad. The man goes downstairs to wake his son…seconds later he feels the shattering of his heart,…
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A rainy morning. I can hear it, a steady hum. I can see it through the window, a steady stream cascading through the hole in the gutter where one day there will be a pipe diverting the rain to the pond. One day. There aren't many mornings I decide not to walk. Days of snow and ice…
Long Hollow 