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Autumn Memories

Dad’s birthday was September 8th.  In my memory, summer ended and school always started on that same day.  Which is, of course, totally impossible.  Still, each year, there are sights and smells and sounds that bring me right back to … Continue reading

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The Power of a Lie

  Dad taught me to create fiction, to tell a lie in order to reveal a deeper truth.  At the time, his method seemed less a blessing, more a curse.  No matter.  He taught me well. Or, as my niece … Continue reading

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Dad and The Duke

Dad and I went to the movies every Friday night.  Mom worked nights, my sister was mostly busy with friends.  It wasn’t that I didn’t have friends.  But, Friday was movie night.  With Dad. We’d grab a burger at the … Continue reading

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