Twelve years ago, my baby sister dreamed she would die at age twenty-one. For twelve years she threw herself heart and soul into living—spontaneous, joyful, loving with all her heart—but wondering all along if really, it would happen. This September, she turned twenty-two. The time of the curse is over and gone, the bright leaves […]
Dad harvested his first three bushels from the apple orchard. Down below the shed in our sloped field, apples still ripen on the three-year-old trees, slim and smooth sided and hung heavy with fruit. Dad planted those trees during the time when he first seriously considered selling the milk cows. By the time the two-year-old
I’ve been writing a lot about broken relationships in the last few blog posts…so much so I think you all are sick of it. Enough of beating that dead horse, I think I hear you saying, Time to move on to new things. Time to write about Ivan. But my relationship with Ivan is still
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I used to think I could do relationships. I thought it was simple, a black and white equation. You love. You are kind. You give it everything you’ve got. You pop a doughy relationship into the oven and—voila!—half an hour later pull out a friend. I am less self-assured today. I realize more deeply the
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I lost a friend who meant everything to me. I don’t like to say that, or think it, because still I hold on to the memory of our relationship and think that someday we could build it again. But the truth I don’t like to admit is that the relationship we had—precious, magical—isn’t currently cradled
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