Uncle Tony, My Husband Mark, Me and My Father

A Forgotten Father

“The best portion of a good man’s life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.” William Wordsworth Small acts of kindness are treats for two souls, the giver and receiver. They’re my emotional bread and butter. One of my favorite things to do is offer my spot in line at the supermarket when
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Sitting in the Closet for Comfort

In first grade, I started spending time on a long white shelf in my closet. Sometimes I was empty-handed, thinking about a six-year-old’s this and that. Other times I threw my 100-count box of Crayola Crayons up, like a little outfielder, along with a fancy children’s book. My mother brought leather-bound books several grades beyond
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The Dignity Gap

It’s coming at us like baseballs and hail. People’s anger and vitriol. I am part of the crowd. I rail at home and with my friends. It goes like this, “Can you believe…” followed by a long commentary on whomever I am targeting that day. My children asked me to stop talking about the man
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Our Foster Puppy Maggie Resting on Our Bed

Rocking With Maggie

This morning our foster puppy Maggie was a toasty little bean bag stretched across my lap. We sat in an upholstered rocker by a window, rocking and looking at a tall magnolia and the milky sky. When she started to drift into sleep she tucked her head in the crook of my arm and I
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