As I read in the waiting room, I come across a line about Brunswick Stew, and then I’m in Homosassa, at a restaurant—a diner really. And I order Brunswick Stew and a grilled cheese sandwich. I’m at the table with my little brother and my grandfather, and I slip a black pen out of [...]
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May 27, 2010
I know the Gulf of Mexico. ** I’m eight-years-old on my hands and knees on the bright blue deck of my father’s fishing boat. The rough sand-and-paint mixture of the deck digs into my knees but I remain still, my small face crammed against a hole in the rail at the bow. [...] May 8, 2010
Last night I had a strange nightmare and woke up unable to piece it back together. I only remembered tears and loss. It shadowed me all day. Half-forgotten sadness lingering around the corner. When my mom called, my heart jumped. “Is everything okay?” I skittered out, instantly remembering that the dream involved a dead [...] |
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