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After the Flames
My absolute favorite place on my property is a large natural bowl formed by a long past sink hole. Three of the sides are steep (but not too steep to walk down) and the fourth is more of a gentle … Continue reading →
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Tagged childhood, fire, fireworks, flames, life lessons, Parachute, postaweek2011, Sinkhole
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A Hand in the Dark
Like every other kid, I thought my dad could fix any problem, had vast knowledge, and was braver than Superman. In my mind, Dad could do anything. He also handled all the scary things around the house (though he did … Continue reading →
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All Your Eggs
We moved from Virginia (where I was born) when I was three, so I don’t have as many memories from there as I do from Tennessee, but I do have several. As you might expect, some of them are rather … Continue reading →
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Tagged childhood, Dye, Easter, Easter egg, Eggs, Eggshell, postaweek2011, snakes, Tennessee, Virginia
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A Pox Upon Me
When my daughter was born in 2004, I worried. I worried about all the normal things a first time father might, but also about chicken pox. I worried because almost every kid got it and I had never had it. … Continue reading →
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What Does Blue Mean?
When children ask a question, they are often seeking more that a simple answer. They are actually forming a perspective on the world and they will use the given answer to inform the way they see it. I have occasionally … Continue reading →
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Falling 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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