Kitchen Healing
“What’s for dinner?” I asked, mounting the yellow Cosco stool in the corner of the kitchen. “Tuna casserole. Bad day?” chop chop She always knew. “Yeah.” “You’ll have more.” Her eyes never left the cutting board, but her attention was fully on me. I felt tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. “I…
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The Road Home
“What did he say?” she asked. “The engine is leaking oil, but the mechanic is gone for the night. We can come back tomorrow. Or, he said if we get a case of oil from the auto parts store next door and keep dumping it in, we’ll make it home.” They drove in silence for…
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Fruitful Blessings
He watched his wife dress, her navel peeking from beneath a camisole and between stretch marks as she reached above her head to fix her hair. That small, intimate part of her reminded him how he worked to know her, to break through the rough, vibrant skin and bitter layers of pith surrounding the most…
