On the first Saturday in February, Mom and Dad and I arrived home from our nighttime cleaning job to the acrid odor of something charred. I walked in the door first. “What’s burning?” Chad was holed up in his room, but Jeffrey ambled from the living room, red-nosed and stuffy-looking. “Benny came in and asked […]
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We didn’t believe in Santa when we were young. We never hung a stocking, never put up a Christmas tree, never strung Christmas lights. We did celebrate the birth of Christ. We did sing Christmas carols, bake Christmas goodies, and hold a day of family celebration. And this one thing we did in abundance: we
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Friday, I helped my dad with the morning milking. It had been years since I helped, but that morning his usual help was gone, and I filled in. The barn was as I remembered. The cows were the same: poopy, fat, and slobbery, their sides splattered with bits of dried manure. I wondered where the
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