stout-hearted

i’m going through the motions.  laundry.  dishes.  downstairs in the basement i hear change in my son’s jeans as i go to put them in the washing machine.  i dig around in the pocket and bring out three coins.  they feel like quarters in my hand, but when i look at them, i see three

closing papers and the letter of the law

“sign here and initial here.” there are many papers to be signed.  we are buying a house, we are selling a house.  the closer across the table has a wide smile and glasses halfway down her nose. “this paper just says that if there are any typos that you’ll come to the office and resign

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kicking through the ladybugs

our first day in ohio hundreds of ladybugs swarmed the front porch. they landed on each ledge and all five metal chairs.  they swung on the porch swing. and then they died. i crunched out onto the porch to be in a quiet place.  the trees bare and the purebred birds flitting and calling.  the sun

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