Tag: life
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Reba’s legacy
My mother-in-law, Reba, was a pear-shaped Italian-American woman who was short on legs and long on patience. She wielded a wooden spoon with the skill of Rachel Ray, one of her favorite TV chefs, or an old-fashioned school matron depending on who was hungry or who needed a quick redirect.
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Mom
Mom asked me to write her obituary. Yes, she’s still living, and yes, it seems like a strange request. But as a writer, this isn’t new. In addition to the many obits I wrote as a journalism student, I’ve written two for loved ones. This ensures three things: 1) My loved one will not be…
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Drowning
I nearly blew it up. I was down, deep in the depths, where the water is black and dank. Heavy with regret. And I couldn’t find my way up. Kicking and fighting — sinking lower and lower. And then I came up. Not in one forceful push to the surface, filling my lungs with air and spitting…


