Tag Archives: love

Taking it Seriously

Posted on January 23, 2014 by leighton

The year 2010 is known in my family as the year Everything (no really everything with a capital “E” Everything, not just a few things or minor annoyances, but Everything, I’m talking major life altering events types of things everything, … Continue reading →

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The Rain Fell

Posted on September 29, 2012 by leighton

For Joe Brown, my dad, and one of the greatest men I will ever know. March 17, 2012 was a beautiful Saturday morning. The day, like many in February, was unseasonably warm, but not uncomfortably so. Unlike many of the … Continue reading →

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The Best Laid Plan

Posted on March 18, 2011 by leighton

On the afternoon of February 22, 1997, I frantically cleaned my apartment and prepped it for the  evening. I sweated details I usually didn’t pay any attention to because I had big plans for the evening. I kept checking on … Continue reading →

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Pressure

Posted on February 14, 2011 by leighton

I’ve never really liked Valentine’s Day. I just don’t like the notion of a day that over time had become engineered to remind lonely people just how lonely they are. It’s especially problematic for Chrisie and me because it falls … Continue reading →

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He Used to Like Me

Posted on January 21, 2011 by leighton

Before my father-in-law was, uh, my father-in-law, he used to take me hunting on his farm frequently. Larry and I hunted squirrel a couple of times, but the usual was quail. Quail was my favorite because it required less silence. … Continue reading →

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The Wedding Gift

Posted on July 23, 2010 by leighton

Early one July
 as the water fell 
He awoke 
and performed the usual morning tasks: 
 urinate 
 fluoridate, but 
no breakfast, today was different 
 his bride awaited
 He prepared: 
 dressed himself in the finest black 
 smoothed … Continue reading →

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