Tag: fiction
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Chapter 65. A Passing
The husband of a friend died yesterday. I only met him briefly and I’ve only known her since last April when she and I worked on a fundraiser together. I liked her immediately. She is straightforward in that East Coast way. Blunt. To the point. No time for nonsense. It’s a new friendship, one I hope to nurture more deeply. …
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Chapter 54. My Forever Friends.
I’ve probably told pieces of these stories before, but I’m going to try to put them together in this writing. It’s more for my benefit than anything else. I suspect I was born loving dogs. My earliest recollections contain a large, furry presence protecting me. That was, of course, Tessie, the Doberman my grandfather, Louis, purchased years…
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Chapter 52. Ghosts
I shouldn’t have, but I did anyway. I returned to the house today to look for an iron. As I walked through examining all our belongings placed for sale, I was fine. I was even okay when I looked at the overgrown vegetable garden. I was all right when I looked at the St. Francis statue that protects Paulina’s…
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Chapter 46. Alba
I guess sometime in 1978, I received a call from GB’s receptionist. She was taking belly dancing lessons and heard a story of a girl from Nicaragua who needed help. The receptionist suggested that GB and I would be the right people to do this since we were always rescuing animals and why not a little girl?…
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Chapter 42. It’s Time to Talk about Monkey
Monkey arrived in our home in, I think, 2011. GB and I had been hiking with our two Newfs, Doc and Nisha, near Evergreen. As we approached our car, I noticed a rescue group holding an event. I spotted a little Shih Tzu and GB said, “Go look”. I did. I walked up to the little Shih Tzu who…
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