I’ll be honest. Spring in Oakland disappointed me. Or should I say it never actually happened. Mid March, we got a quasi-spring that stretched on through mid-May. Warmish weather, greenish grass, barish branches–for months. Meanwhile, my Wisconsin family, after enduring months of cold and a couple of muddy April snows, burst into spring over a […]
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In Part 1 of this story, we watched Amy grow from a scared child abused by her stepfather to a young lady of 16 who knows how to express an opinion. After a particularly bad episode, she convinced her mom they needed to leave the abusive Pablo. They opened the door to go grocery shopping
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The following story is true, as Amy told it to me. Names have been changed to protect privacy. When Amy was in her mama’s belly, her mom—a young, unmarried, and terrified Catholic girl—almost aborted her. As a schoolgirl, her stepfather told her repeatedly that she was stupid—mental abuse that hurt far more than any physical
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If there’s any spot that symbolizes to me the country community near Oakland, Maryland, it’s Saffiticker’s Ice Cream, just down the road from our farm. To celebrate milestones–the end of haying, say, or 80 jars of pears put away–we take our golf cart across 219–a busy highway quieted by darkness–to the hayfield just across the
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When I wrote this poem some years ago, I thought it was a bit boring. Such plain subjects: a kitchen, baking, a woman. Now, reading it again, I love it. Plain or no, simple things are beautiful. Reading it, I remember my mom. She is the subject of this poem. And I remember the grateful,
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