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The Trail Race
I never made it to the starting line with all the other runners. I was finishing getting myself ready when they all took off. My race began about a minute or two behind…
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Dimes In The Grass
One of my friends lost her mom to suicide, about eight years ago. It was hard, and horrible, and always will be. Like losing a piece of you always is. Because there are…
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A Front Porch Neighborhood
I live in a front porch neighborhood. On the kind of street where most houses have the big, covered front porches with swings or patio sets. On our street, people treat their porches…
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A Slow, Jumbled Brain Kind of Day
Jumbled. Tired. Disjointed and disorganized. Not even exactly sure what day it is. But the sky is a beautiful shade of bright blue. It’s sunny and warm, without a trace of the heavy…
