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Feeling Like I Could Breathe Again

.. I remember standing on a lawn and watching bats fly out of our attic. I was 3. I remember the little red rims the cinnamon Santa eyes would leave behind when we ate them off of all Gram’s cookies. … Continue reading

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Just North of Dennison

.. My Grandma Ruth prit’neart raised 7 boys all by herself, in rural Ohio. Without a driver’s license. She washed the deeshes by hand each night, and ate fried feesh on Fridays. Grandpa walked the railroad tracks home every day, … Continue reading

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