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She pulls me along the red tile stripes that crisscross the plaza—Don’t touch the cement Grandma, and she giggles. She’s in charge and I’m her charge, willing to follow her anywhere, to taste her three-year-old joy. Etching this moment in my mind, seeing her as happy as happy can be, I know she won’t remember [...]
Remember the good old days before technology invaded nearly every part of your life? Face-to-face conversations were a common occurrence, and nobody wore little buds in their ears. Back then the majority of drivers actually kept their eyes on the road, and there wasn’t some disembodied voice commanding you to take a [...] There’s little left that I can do. My bones are weak, my strength is gone; my days of lifting children high, of sending kites up to the sky, of playing softball on the lawn, of climbing sand dunes by the lake, of nailing shingles on a roof, of painting a gable, of planting a [...] I carried my 3 year old son into the bank and walked up to the teller. ”Hello”, she said to us. Shyly, my son put his head down on my shoulder. The bank teller and I chatted as I finished my banking business. Leaving her window, my son commented, “I don’t like her.” “It’s [...] At age 3, my granddaughter had a playroom so full of toys there wasn’t room to play. I suggested a project. We would pick up each toy and she could decide to keep it or give it away to another child that didn’t have many toys. Toy after toy, Mackenzie would say “Keep it” or [...] It happened after I walked the hall all day and heard talk of surgery, after the grumpy nurse ran me out of the hall three times because my ear was pressed to the door. The awesome moment occurred the moment I held you in my arms, touched your cheek, soft as a feather, looked into [...] Grandpa’s Dream The snow crackles under my feet As I make my way back to the farmhouse. The newly cut Christmas tree Leaving a solitary trail behind me Covering my tracks. I pause in my approach, Absorbing all the smells And sounds of Christmas, Wrapping myself in the joy of the day, The excitement within [...] |
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