Monthly Archives: November 2014

Conversation with my Mother About Ebola

Me: I’m upset. My Mother: Why? Me: I’m embarrassed to tell you. But I have to get it out of my head. My Mother: Go ahead. Me: I was in Starbucks just before and I used the public bathroom and … Continue reading

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The Veteran

There’s this man who comes to the local general store as often as I do. I come to write. And he comes to eat, read the newspaper, and talk to people. At first, I dreaded seeing him. He is old. … Continue reading

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