Handing Over the Keys

I remember the look of panic on my dad’s face when he handed me the keys to his car. I was 16 years old with a newly minted driver’s license and about to drive his car alone for the first time. He didn’t say a word about what he must have felt inside, he only said, “be careful” as he handed over the keys.

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Building a Deep Foundation

When people say, “They don’t build them like they used to,” I think they had my great grandfather’s house in mind. It is a house with two layers of brick for the exterior walls with a rock foundation that is at least one foot thick. It was built more than 100 years ago and now […]

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Searching

In a packed train, humanity closes in on me. I reach for you, but you are not there. Yet in the solitude of the wilderness, I heard your voice.

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