Category Archives: Family

Smiling Like a Showgirl

A letter to my 14-month-old granddaughter during the coronavirus of 2020. Continue reading

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Sixty Years On

Who’ll walk me down to church when I’m sixty years of ageWhen the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the graveAnd senorita play guitar, play it just for youMy rosary has broken and my beads have … Continue reading

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The Attic of Our Lives

I thought I had gotten away from that long-ago house. You would think marrying when you are 18 years old would be enough to snap the thread, but I guess it is not so. A few months ago I visited … Continue reading

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A Man of Value

Values over riches, people over things: remembering my father and dealing with the grief. Continue reading

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Coming Home to Myself

For the ones who had a notion,A notion deep inside,That it ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive . . . Bruce Springsteen, “Badlands”, 1977 A few months before Bruce Springsteen wrote his elegaic anthem “Badlands”, I left my … Continue reading

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Secrets: An Inheritance

Secrets: Cancer of the soul. Continue reading

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His Heart’s Eye Is Open

I grieve for each passing year that Daddy is not here to fervently hope that Clemson can beat Alabama for the NCAA football Championship. I grieve that he missed by 11 months seeing his great-grandson Lincoln’s endlessly fascinating face. I … Continue reading

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