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Category: Remember when…
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The sun finally broke through the clouds today… both those above my head and the ones in my heart. I can think about Frankie, imagine him in his place at the French doors and even look at his pictures without crying, thanks to friends who have shown such compassion and understanding of my sorrow.…
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I didn't sleep much last night. My eyes popped open at 1am and Frankie was on my mind, of course. But I woke with the memory of his closed eyes and my own words… "There were no marks on Frankie. No blood." I remembered his time-stiffened body, the dogs greeting us on the porch……
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There's nothing more terrible than finding the lifeless body of something – someone – you love. Frankie didn't meet my car when TG and I pulled up this afternoon, but I thought I heard him answer from the woods when I called his name. I went down to the house, greeted the dogs, gave them…
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Chapter 1 "Home of the Fighting Deer" Once upon a time two teenagers walked the halls of the same high school, yet somehow never crossed paths. For four years! Not one single time! Despite mutual friends… despite rooting for the same teams, sitting in the same bleachers, eating in the same cafeteria… this gorgeous blonde and…
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Here I am sitting on another Friday facing a jam-packed weekend and I haven't even mentioned the last one yet! How did Friday sneak up on me like this? Has it really been a week since I helped surprise Lexie for her 50th birthday? (She's the one in the blue birthday sash.) I didn't…
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My brother Donnie became a Grandpa today. The image of the baby girl's teensy face traveled thousands of miles straight to her new Grandpa's heart within minutes of her first breath, thanks to cell phones and digital technology. In a few weeks he'll get to see and touch the real thing. He'll get to breathe in…
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There's nothing like a rock concert to make you feel eighteen again… the music pounds so hard it chips away the years. You can't remember if you turned off the coffee pot, but lyrics long-buried in the rubble of your brain flow out of your mouth – the soundtrack to scenes of your life, years…
Long Hollow 