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  • On Birthdays and Dementia

    My dad has dementia. Today he turns 75. Some days, he thinks he is 17 and needs to get a job. I remind him that he doesn’t have to work anymore. We don’t know what kind of dementia, because the… Continue reading

  • Blood on the Medina Part 2

    “Why in the hell does Wenger think Teddy did it?” Cobb asked. They had brought Ernest Brauer back to the Cobb homestead, where Amanda had made coffee and a hot compress for Ernest’s head. The children were doing their chores,… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 6

    We washed our weapons, arms, and faces with what water we had, keeping an eye out for the two adults that had slithered away. But they never came back. We walked on for another hour before we came toward some… Continue reading