The Rock Wall

Poor Dad was completely booked. So, I took it upon myself to become a professional, certified rock hunter...

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Reverb

A thousand ideas bouncing and bounding inside my head, knocking the smoke out of me, drumming up plans for the day after...

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Boundaries

And yet, now, as I stood with him I found myself clawing for words, searching for something to say...

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On God’s Green Earth

There’s always going to be ‘just too much’, if you can’t divorce yourself from your damn job.

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The Burden of Perspicacity

I have a support group made up of parents who have lost a child to suicide. We all want to know WHY...

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Auntie rarely talks about

The numbing aftershocks as four farm families buried sons in closed caskets, automobile rubble robbing her last chance...

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O’hara

He washes under cold water and his sins clog the drain. Blocks of black bakhoor burn by the mirror filling the bathroom with the scent of the Kaaba.

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You Can’t See Me

The bus, like all buses in Hyderabad, smells like lemons… and people. Landlocked and sweltering, Hyderabadians have developed an affinity for citrus.

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A Learned Man

I was ten years old when I concluded my grandfather was illiterate. I approached him with one of my books one day...

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Pilgrimage

You stand at edge of the hole that your mother dug for herself — not for you — but still. You peer down, at the stairs planted into the dirt wall...

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Jubilee

A leaf breaks through the rainy mist and spirals to the gravel. “Nick, look!” Bria’s gaze follows the rock face up to where its peak hides in the fog.

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Paddling Toward Peace

Today I will lay him to rest, scattering his ashes in this extraordinarily beautiful setting.

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Reflections on Love and Loss

Here is nourishment, we tried to say, here is something to sustain the lives remaining, the hearts that still beat..

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Staying Productive as a Writer: 8 Essential Tips

Some writers say that they can’t work under deadline – they can create only when inspiration comes. They ignore milestones.

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Old Dog, New Tricks

As soon as Alan Baker walked through the door, he knew he was in trouble. There was a less-than-subtle sign...

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feu.

The smoke doesn’t choke me anymore. I took the hell you made for me and made it home...

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Shilling

Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin...

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Sometimes I Feel Like Chernobyl

I wanted to plug my ears. I wanted to run away. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me...

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