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The Diminishing Dad

As the man hastily parked his car in the parking lot on an early spring morning, the sun was not yet peeking out from behind […]

Joy Comes in the Morning

I lost an earring this week. The simple, square, gold earrings were a gift from my mother a bazillion years ago. Monetarily they were probably […]

What a Father Is

The skies opened up and wept with the young girl. The day, long, grey, drizzling, matched her mood. She stared at the tiny cardboard box-turned-casket […]