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Posted on June 24, 2019 by sputterpub

My 30-something son is sick again. From flu or spoiled food he’s feeling sore. His wife is ailing too, but most the men we care about appear to suffer more. She asked me was he like this as a child? … Continue reading →

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Not Such A Good Day

Posted on May 28, 2019 by sputterpub

The toddler and his parents moved last week. I skirted stacks of boxes, searched for books and toys and coffee gear, in hide-and-seek I didn’t need. I wasn’t charmed by looks or feelings. Next I was by news dismayed — … Continue reading →

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Sabbatical 2019

Posted on May 13, 2019 by sputterpub

I get some leisure time 2 days a week and weekends too; I have since I retired. It used to be to read or smoke, I’d sneak a quarter hour from the work required by kids and clients, husband, mother, … Continue reading →

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Retro Diagnosis

Posted on January 10, 2019 by sputterpub

“Is there depression in your family?” she asked me after marrying my son and giving birth to their first progeny. I indicated no. “Most everyone is willful, prone to anger. We’re complex but rarely down, and seldom sad for long.” … Continue reading →

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Holiday Weekend

Posted on December 18, 2018 by sputterpub

There’s precious dullness in family these rainy Sunday afternoons.

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Vagabonding

Posted on December 17, 2018 by sputterpub

Another grandmother would visit less, contribute money more than presence now. Acknowledging catastrophe, I guess it’s true another’d try a different how. But I can’t stay at home while they contend with hospitals and stroke dimension’s pace and space, with … Continue reading →

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Ice

Posted on December 13, 2018 by sputterpub

In love with ice although it makes him choke, he asks for cups and settles for three cubes. He’s weeks away from swallowing – his stroke disabled signals, plumbed his face with tubes, and swept him out of balance, off … Continue reading →

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Undead

Posted on November 5, 2018 by sputterpub

The sun was out today by 8 a.m. The sky beyond the window’s spanking blue. The weather is inviting me and them to step outside, inflate our lungs, and do a bit of normal fall activity. We’ve spent our time … Continue reading →

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Clear

Posted on October 25, 2018 by sputterpub

Collecting metaphors, we’re talking out a family catastrophe. Attacked by stroke of terrible, we reel about a hill less steep, a launchpad: inexact but apt, expressed to call recovery with optimistic attitudes, of course. We speak in terms of fight … Continue reading →

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Reply

Posted on October 22, 2018 by sputterpub

I’ve been in charge of home and office most my life, forever skirting boundaries and splicing lines. I contemplate a host of questions in proportions and degrees. Then suddenly a child’s spouse is felled, propelling me to cast my cares … Continue reading →

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