Category: family
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Something Nice to Say
My wife uses her pregnant belly — her baby bump — as a table. On it: her iPad. She waves her hand. “Hey,” she says. “Fetus doesn’t like this.”
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After Listening to My Father Read Aloud One of My Stories
He read the way I’d heard him read aloud from the Letters of Paul, books of the Old Testament. He’d been a lector at church for years; had also spoken in courtrooms, before judges and opposing council, on behalf of clients (I was one, once upon a time); over the public address at Ryan Field, Wapakoneta’s high…
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Informal Musings on Gift-Giving, Coaching, Teaching, Beating Yourself Up, and Personal Growth
Here’s a story I started writing about a month ago about my wife and tee-shirts. We’re out back on the patio, doing coffee. There’s a breeze cutting the heat of the sun, which keeps slipping out from behind some shuffling cumulus cloud cover. “I think crushed sounds better than broke,” she says.
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The Now
I was standing on a high school soccer field the other night. A storm front had just rolled past; the air had cooled in its wake. But we never saw a drop of rain. The lights over the field began to glow just as the sky opened to a sunset of oranges, pale blues, and…
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An Open Letter to My Brother
Bro, About the beer can I tossed you: man, I should have made a better throw of it. The minute I saw it go under I felt something in me sink.
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Why I Will Not Go on the Boat and What This Means for Writing
We were sitting on our living room floor after dinner on Thursday night last week, my wife and I, when she told me her cousin’s husband had extended me the invitation to go out on a fishing boat with him, his two sons, and my brother-in-law the following week.
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Too-Big Box Springs, The Counting Crows, & Cohabitation
How many brothers does it take to carry a queen-size box spring up a narrow flight of stairs?
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Ways of Honoring the Memory of a Man I Wish I’d Known Better
We sat at the table in his kitchen. Coffee had been brewed, or was brewing. We each had a cup. Actually, I wasn’t there. My wife was. My uncle was telling her about stewing and canning hot peppers. He gave one of the last jars he had to her to take home. There were other…
Patrick Faller 