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    Reflections

        A few weeks ago, I sent a paper boat of an idea out into the public consciousness, asking women to send me a one-off selfie. No filters, no editing. Pose,…

  • Last time

    Her father came into her room for the last time. Charlotte filled a tin with crackers, stuffed her sister’s ragdoll, Lady Wintermere, down her underpants, and walked away from the house without…

  • Cleaning house

    Her pregnancy test was positive, but he drew the line. He would not go back east. “And give up all this?” he shouted as they stacked their stuff in piles outside for…

  • First date

    His nostrils froze the moment he left his mother’s, and discovered her neighbor with a red hat and red nose stuck halfway into the road. “I don’t own a shovel anymore,” his…

  • Typical

    It happened one evening in 1957. Officer Andrew Wesley was in the car when the call came in. “Elderly woman complaining she had a break-in,” the dispatcher said. Andrew took the call and…

  • Boy of steel

    “But don’t forget who’s taking you home, and in whose arms you’re gonna be.” Community announcements, Ford Fiesta for sale, a missing dalmatian with liver spots, weather, tornadoes in St Joseph, gas…

  • With wings, he sings

    Sometimes the breadth of vision is panoramic. Sometimes it is haloed by a permanent vignette. Sometimes the light sears as strips of sun beneath doors, or like the prenatal hint of moon casts a vague,…

  • A tale for our time

    Alice was a small, brown haired girl with two older sisters, one in community college, the other a senior in high school, and a younger brother of five named Miles. They lived…

  • Role model

    The little girls look up to her, and her talent. She knew how to sit quietly, patiently, for the time it took Mum to make up her eyes, like Elsa’s from Frozen. She stood…

  • The kindness of complete and utter strangers

    In 2002, on a horse farm owned by an heiress of the Wrigley fortune, with her knee-high, stacked-heel, colorful, custom-made cowboy boots, I decided, “I’m going to Arizona next year. I’m going to…

  • Shepherdess

    The ticking, ticking was uneven. She lay and breathed with the ticks, but they came quickly made her chest hurt.  Then a scurrying and she thought it might be a mouse.  The…

  • Stunning

    Driving home last night, I had the pleasure of listening to the podcast from January 29 of ABC radio Conversations host, Richard Fidler, visiting with Robert Hoge. Robert is pretty damn amazing. Robert was…

  • One day

    I have taken a little hiatus from the web site recently. It’s not because I don’t have anything to say. Maybe, it’s because I have too much to say. It’s paralyzed me…

  • Shot and left for dead: Maggie’s story

    I asked Geoff, “will she be ok if I go in there?” as we approached the yard of a large Boxer cross named Maggie. She was sitting in the shade beside her…

  • Solid

    She is top in her class, and gets guff about it from the other kids, but she ignores them. She runs faster than the fastest boy. Her last hardest time was when…

  • For the love the animal

    The pig dog that appeared in our yard one July morning in 2011 connected me to two of the most altruistic people I’ve ever met. They are Geoff Johnson and Pat Carmody…

  • What the heck, Beatrix?

    I took a late lunch on Tuesday and walked over to the library to return a few books. On my way, I met a friend who took a look at my small…

  • Country resting place, gallery

    I spent part of New Year’s Day at the Delungra cemetery. It was kind of a fluke. I was passing on the gravel road, and decided to pay a visit. I had not…

  • Biography

    Born at the wrong time. Her father was last hired, first fired. Her mother was flattened by postpartum depression. They found their feet when she learned to walk. Later, she bought her…

  • Runaway

    For a few minutes, the vaulted ceiling of the station, the kind light, made her feel everything would be all right. If she made it to DC, her grandmother would be happy…