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FallingĀ In

I recently wrote about memories and how they can fade. While many of my memories do fade, some are frozen in my mind and as vivid as the day they .  One such memory took place on a cold February … Continue reading

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Memories are Grape Jelly on the Ceiling

My parents’ house (the house I grew up in) contains many examples of the carelessness of youth. There are all the usual things: broken toys hidden so well they are still gathering dust undisturbed and  patches of walls or ceilings … Continue reading

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