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Dec.15.2012 Hey, hey, hey, Goodbye... Saying goodbye is always hard. Three years ago, after twenty-six months of grueling job searches, disappointments and periods of underemployment, I finally caught a break. I fell into a job teaching at a brand new charter school. I've enjoyed sharing the trials and tribulations of working at...	Jan.19.2012 Small Stones Day 19: xoxo There is something very special about having someone walk you to the door,each and everyday.To stand in the driveway, rain or shine, sticky hot or freezing cold and watch you get in your car and head to work. There is something very loving about having someone wave goodbye every morning.To...
Aug.03.2011 Goodbyes I'm taking my oldest to the airport in a few minutes. He is going back to Cincinnati, where in a couple of weeks he will begin his last year of college. I usually volunteer to pick him up from the airport, but avoid the return trip for one simple reason- I hate goodbyes. He's twenty-one, but...	Aug.02.2011 The Letter Folding the letter along the creases, I placed it in the envelope and slipped it into the back pocket of my jeans. Then, as if in a trance, I walked off the deck, across the grass, and climbed the wobbly barbed wire fence into Joel Hershel’s property. I paced back and forth over that windblown...
Jul.24.2011 Dreams I had a hard time falling asleep last night. I tossed and turned for quite some time before deciding to give up and read. My mind was churning with so many things, if only I could set my brain on "sleep mode" like I do my computer. Early this morning I fell into a very deep sleep and had...	Apr.14.2010 Encounters of the lost kind Why do I keep meeting people I haven't seen for ages? What does it mean? It unsettles me as if they are, in a way, coming to say goodbye to me. And why do they hug me and tell me in precise capsules of conversation their entire lives to date? These ghosts of my past challenge me into a new place. I...
Feb.26.2010 Course of the River The dream folded itself around me; a sort of psychic blanket. It seemed I had known this dream for centuries, though certainly, time is simultaneous. It had a feminine character, whereas mine is masculine. Though certainly, gender matters not at all. It (she) liked me, and I liked her. This morning...	Nov.08.2009 Adieu Adieu We watched eighteen wheels rolling up the long curved rise, our drive, trees we planted, watered, arching over, now shadows falling thick, dense air of sighs. What remained of our possessions moving toward retirement, distant from this sheltered cove, Weeping Willows dripping...
Sep.25.2009 Never Could Say Goodbye Some goodbyes are poignant. Some are with relief. Some can be with a hearty “good riddance” or “don’t let the door hit you on the way out”. Some are reluctant, others welcomed, yet others engender a curious combination of emotions that can hit you like a pineapple anchovy pizza. The goodbyes I...	Sep.24.2009 A Tribute I was unable to go to the funeral and that nearly broke my heart. He was the first person I had ever loved outside of family. We had been friends since seventh grade and it was sometime after college that we went our separate ways. Not that we had forgotten each other because that could...