Leaving New York, after a short sweet visit with Erin, Chris, Jack, Molly and Ryan, Melissa and little Mac was a bit sad, tinged with so much happiness. I couldn’t get Erin’s first words out of my mind when I arrived a few days earlier in Port Jeff to visit. “I’m so excited to have …
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Sunday Morning
I’m sleeping. Sort of. I was tossing and turning all night. Stresses of the day added to a damn head cold. DING. Cell phone message alert. I think about rolling over to check it. It takes me a minute. Mom, could you come stay with Micah? He’s still sleeping and the rest of us are …
Veterans Day + 1
I didn’t think about him yesterday. My Veterans Day was spent in a swirl of activity and a few chats with Facebook friends and veterans. He and I were best friends in high school. The last time we saw each other was more than 50 years ago. We were the friends who cleaned up the vomit on the floor that our …
Writer Paints 