Family

The power of fasting

I am not a religious person. While I grew up celebrating Hindu festivals and I enjoy them culturally, I have never…

Chronicles of Whistling Duck Cottage — Week Eighteen

THE MAKING OF AN ACTIVIST — MY GRANDSON DEFENDS LOVE

Week Forty-Three of 52-Week Writing Challenge

Chronicles of Whistling Duck Cottage

Week Seventeen — Amber is Coming Home!

Chronicles of Whistling Duck Cottage

Week Eight — Oak Rotten Potatoes

Week Thirty-Three of 52-Week Writing Challenge

All Photos but One by Dennett

Chronicles of Whistling Duck Cottage

Week Three — Dinner is Served

Week Twenty-Eight of…

Beth is Dying

I just received a text that my former neighbor is dying. Her “cured” breast cancer metastasized to her spine. Diagnosis was six days ago and she is being rushed to the hospital now. Her husband, Ed, was the one who told me. He said she is going downhill fast.

Chronicles of Whistling Duck Cottage

Week One — The Memorial Shelf

Week Twenty-Six of 52-Week Writing Challenge.

When Things Fade

I just realized I forgot the sound of my grandpa’s voice

DNA

I am made of the twisted ladders of DNA from all who came before. Each contributed a droplet of blood. Each bequeathed a snippet of memory to produce those déjà vu moments that perplex and delight me. Each lived so I could live. Without one, I would not exist.

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