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Family Life and Death

One Hundred and Twenty Hours

One hundred and twenty hours after my mother took her last breath, we gathered around a deep hole and covered her casket in roses.

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Family Life and Death

Women in Black

The water shimmers baby blue beneath a blushing pink sky and it seems Bob and I are the only people on earth.

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Closet of Anxieties The USA

End of Empire

The moist air is already sticking to your arms at 7:00 AM, the pores in your armpits twitching like a horse in a starting gate.

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Community Oilseed

Oilseed Revisited

We opened the door and peered in at what had once been a hub of activity, our old kitchen, all tore up and abandoned.

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Closet of Anxieties Life and Death Our Life

EXIT PLAN

“How long do you want to live?” Bob asks over a steaming bowl of fried cabbage