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Category: Written
Intertwined
It is May, but for a week I will be preoccupied with a distant February and the birth of two women nearest my heart. On the leading Friday in the sequence, I spend several minutes at the border of the yard perched above a carpet of vinca sloping down and away to the street, their…
Forever love
For all the imaginings, it is the actual memories of us together in these places and times that endure, beyond even the wildest. We are connected, forever. Lying supine, the Milky Way exposing a surfeit of stars Against a black-and-blue spilled-ink firmament, Reflections shimmer in a still-simmering Lake Isabella below, In the dark, a quality…
She is just away
The summer of 1971, at the age of nine, I had an up-close and personal introduction to the meaning of loss. My sister Phillis and I lived with our Mom, Beverly Jean Wiemann-Wulf in a rented house on Harrison Street in Exira, Iowa. My mom worked two jobs nights as a waitress, one at The…