Reflection
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The Family That Was, and the Family That Became
A personal reflection on remembrance, belonging, and the histories we carry October 15, 1977. That is the day my dad died. I was seven years old, my sister Barb was ten, almost eleven, and my mom hadn’t even turned thirty-two. My dad was forty-three. This year will mark forty-nine years since his death, and I… Continue reading
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | What the Year Has Been Teaching Me
October has a way of making a year feel like it has a shape. January still feels like it belonged to another lifetime. Spring came. Summer somehow became an entire collection of stories behind the puddle. September taught me to watch things change. And now here we are. October. Not quite the end of the… Continue reading
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | Before I Turn Toward What Comes Next
Tomorrow, according to the calendar, autumn begins. Of course, the puddle has never been particularly interested in calendars. The trees will not all change overnight. The temperature may still feel like summer. The birds won’t wake up tomorrow and announce a seasonal transition. Life rarely changes that neatly. But there is something about standing at… Continue reading
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | What I Would Have Missed
I have taken a ridiculous number of pictures of the puddle. At the time, most of them didn’t seem particularly important. A goose in the yard or a bird at the feeder. A turtle that was mostly a blurry shape in the distance. The water after a rain and the water before a rain. Pinecone… Continue reading