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Time Ticks On

Time Ticks On

I sit in front of the desk, Emily’s hand grasping firmly onto mine.  “Nervous?” I ask her?  She says nothing, but nods.  Unthinkingly, I nod in return.  She tightens her grip on my hand.  I can feel her grasp is cold and clammy.  Anxiously, I drum the fingers of my other hand on the plastic arm of the chair.  The unrhythmic cacophony of my inattentive jam session disguises the loud audible tick, tick, tick, coming from the clock facing us on…

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With Love We Live

With Love We Live

Beep. Beep. Beep. The Allegro tone rings from the monitor beside my bed, counting out a quick paced 130 heartbeats per minute.  It has played this same song-like tune for the past several days.  The steady tempo pulses into the air, holding the cadence of my internal rhythm.  It sounds like a metronome tapping its way through Carmen’s March of the Toreadors.  I listen to the operatic cantata patiently, waiting for the slow drift into completion, but the end of the concerto never…

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Red Dirt and Rain

Red Dirt and Rain

“Do you want some help?” I ask.  I’m watching my three youngest sons haul the cooler along the beach.  The older of the three, back turned towards me, is occupied with pulling and declines to answer my offer.  His heels are dug into the sand as he stands bent over the object.  His slight frame and slender features mask his true physical strength.  Both of his hands hold firmly to the same handle on one side of the cooler, and…

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The Barber and ‘The Saint’

The Barber and ‘The Saint’

I slide my car neatly into the last open parking space in front of the shop.  The street is lined on both sides with vehicles, their owners patroning the small restaurants and stores up and down the main town center.  This town, the neighbor to where I live, is one of my favorite places to visit.  Crossing the threshold into the county limits is like stepping back to a different period in time.  The architecture and small town, charm is something straight out of…

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It’s Raining Cats and Dogs

It’s Raining Cats and Dogs

It’s Sunday morning.  The dark clouds have been looming overhead for days and the cold spring rain is keeping us all indoors.  My youngest sons, “the little boys”, as we affectionately refer to my second set of twins, have their foreheads pressed against the glass windowpane, eyes raised towards the sky, watching as the water pours down in sheets.  The puddles collecting in the gravel driveway are becoming so deep that each passing minute seems to threaten to carry away…

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Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice.

Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice.

I stand in front of the mirror, eyes focussed on my reflected hands as they fastidiously go about their task.  I watch as each hand works together, almost autonomously from the rest of my body, my right-hand circles the wide end of the tie over the small end and then pulls it up into the neck loop from underneath.  Both hands continue deftly through the process and after a couple of minutes as if by muscle memory, they finish the task….

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We are all Small on the Mountain Top

We are all Small on the Mountain Top

The car winds its way along the curving road. The wipers rhythmically tapping out a beat as they clear away the rain that falls in sleeting sheets on the windshield.  I glance at the temperature display on my dash, a few degrees colder and this rain would freeze to the glass and the curves under my tires would become as slick as grease.  “Please don’t let the temperature drop,” I think to myself. I know I’m getting closer to my…

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A Promise for Tomorrow

A Promise for Tomorrow

We’re sitting on the couch in my living room; my brother and I.  He’s been coming over from time to time to check on me.  Although he won’t admit it, I know he is coming over to make sure I’m okay, that I’m still holding it all together.  This particular night, we’re each nursing a beer, shooting the breeze.  We’re talking about nothing particular.  The TV is on – hockey – it’s our favourite distraction. “Nice goal,” I say.  He…

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Gratitude for Dr. Oliver Sacks, a hero for life.

Gratitude for Dr. Oliver Sacks, a hero for life.

I bought this book back in 2015 when it first came out, but I knew I wasn’t going to read it then. I wanted to save it for a time when I knew it would matter most.  When I needed it most.  I do this sometimes – buy a book with the intent to save it for a specific time.  I’m not sure why.  I’m an avid reader, but more than that, I’m a collector of books.  I have bookcases…

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