Childhood Days

Childhood Days

My fishing hole was down a dirt bank lined with prairie grass. The wood post marked my secret entrance down the clay cliff. An old barb wire fence ran from one edge of the creek to the other, the sagging wire nearly touching the water. The creek banked right, creating  a deep pool that seemed […]

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Being A Dad

Being A Dad

We had our routine that started when she was just a toddler. I would leave her at her grandmother’s house. I would kiss and hug her goodbye knowing it would be several days before I could see her again. She would pull the large curtains away and stand in the front window, her small hands […]

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Sanctum Sanctorum-India

Sanctum Sanctorum-India

The sun reflected blindingly, as I shielded my eyes. I looked at my bare feet in the slush, felt the cold air against my body and undressed. I had watched the others remove their clothes and turbans and walk over to the icy water and enter, sit and begin dunking themselves. My mind blanked as […]

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