Take the Photo

Oh, my friends. I had a bit of an epiphany a few years ago, as I was turning 42, or maybe it was 43. I was looking for a photo I remembered taking with friends on the day that we first met in person. When I found the picture, all I saw was my youth. I laughed and then sighed. I remember the first ti…

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Grandma's House

I awoke this morning missing Grandma Zintz. She was thin and had long, white hair that she kept up all the time, pinned in place with bobby pins. She wore slacks and blouses, as long as I knew her. She had a kind smile, and she was always ready with a hug. Dementia stole her away, but Christ has he…

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