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May 2: Memories (of Mama)
When I was five years old, Mama decided she had to get a job of her own. She had been trying to make a little money to help out in every way she could for years. She took in washings … Continue reading →
The cave
The lower hillside was covered with a thick growth of oak, hickory and maple, with a liberal scattering of cedars. As the hill grew steeper the dicidious trees tapered off, leaving only stubblorn cedars clinging to life among the rocks. … Continue reading →
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Watching Jim
On my second day at Bobby’s cabin I woke up in my new bed to find him standing over me. The sun was coming up behind him and all I could see was his black outline in front of the … Continue reading →
Remembering Mama
It felt like being kicked in the stomach. My legs went weak and folded under me. I grabbed for a chair, missed, and I sat down flat on the floor. The last time I remember ever feeling this bad was … Continue reading →
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Missing Jim
I will admit I have been a little scattered lately. Crazy busy at work. But that’s neither here nor there at this point. I mean what possible excuse could I have for not even noticing he was gone from the … Continue reading →