I found her at the kitchen table with a yellow legal pad.
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I found her at the kitchen table with a yellow legal pad.
It only happened once and even in his locked-up world he appeared to immediately realize his mistake.
Late Saturday afternoon, picked up my pills from the pharmacy a block away. That's all I can walk now.
My Mum is getting shorter so I pull it down and look up “red-backed shrike” in the index. On page 42 there is a delicate watercolour of a grey-blue and brown male, sharp beak, vicious reputation.
I want to age like this river. Let the clay that surrounds me erode without judgement. Become so beautiful that no one will feel a need to ask about my origins.
I drive the coast road through my childhood and teenage years. When I reach the spot where I’m the one who makes the decisions, I pull over for a moment.