Tag Archives: non-fiction

Someone Taught Him Well

I was just about to press the “send” button after typing an email message requesting a recipe from my aunt. I was rereading it for errors when my son ordered, “Wait, wait, wait, Mom.” “What, Isaiah?” “Don’t forget to say … Continue reading

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The Beginning

What a first date! We were all set to watch the musical Godspell at the Marion High School Auditorium because I received free tickets as an usher. But something was wrong. There weren’t any cars in the school parking lot. I had misunderstood the … Continue reading

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Broken

One cold Tuesday morning in November, the children ran through the living room. A shriek of excitement pierced their mother’s ears. She caught a glimpse of the little, curly, strawberry-blond toddler chasing her brother. He bounded over the couch that … Continue reading

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Our Song

It was my first meal in the dining commons.  The table was filled with other resent 1991 high school graduates, now college freshman, there for orientation weekend.  The only exception were our two seasoned veterans – our orientation leaders. I … Continue reading

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Classroom Visitor

March of 2007, I had a visitor in my classroom for the first time. I hope it is the last time too. I was the first week that the weather was warmer. The kids had spotted him the day before … Continue reading

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The Lost Pet

Friday, April 06, 2007, I went to tend to our family pet, Dora the hamster. Before getting too far into the duties, I noticed her cage lid was off. I asked the kids when they had played with her last. … Continue reading

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The Gift of Writing

I don’t remember every day in the library during my sophomore year, but I remember why I was there.  I don’t remember seeing it as a blessing, but now I realize I was given a gift which I use even … Continue reading

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