Tag: family
member name: Patricia F.
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May 02, 2008 04:35 PM EDT --
I had a dream.
You were barefoot,
Dancing with my Mom
In the kitchen.
In a red plaid shirt
And baggy jeans.
You smelled like pine trees
And soap
And air.
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January 15, 2008 09:34 PM EST --
She'd openly challenge the stubbly- faced bus driver who'd announce, "All NEGROES to the BACK of the BUS!" as we'd board the bus going into town. She'd have all us . . .
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February 01, 2008 09:45 PM EST --
So I'm late-again! But I walk to school! I'm six! I have to wait for my brothers and sisters. They lollygag-they take their blasted time getting ready . . .
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November 24, 2007 12:50 PM EST --
You're not gonna believe this! It's crazy! I'm almost afraid to tell you because you'll probably think I've gone 'round the bend!
What are . . .
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December 03, 2007 04:26 PM EST --
A chicken in every pot. An orange in every sock. Well, at least we always had the latter. Every Christmas Eve, as we slept, my Mom would sink a huge orange into each of our . . .
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January 15, 2008 09:31 PM EST --
Those were glorious days at the beach in South Carolina-my sisters and I set free to play and explore, on the wide sands, to our hearts' contents. I can remember the path to "our beach", . . .
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January 20, 2008 10:27 PM EST --
The trunk is marked with block letters, A. H. W . My sister and I try to pull it from under the eaves. It grabs at the rough board floor as we tug, as though it resists the interruption . . .
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June 24, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
Pam's voice sounds far away and thin, like she can't quite get the breath to form the words.
"There's no easy way to say this. It's Kenny. He has cancer. . . .
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June 24, 2008 03:43 PM EDT --
Your Mom makes you scrambled eggs
And toast with strawberry jam,
And feeds it to you in little bites,
While she tells you how high the tomato plants are,
And . . .
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June 01, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
My son is home.
And I am over that moon that people talk about. Because now I can call him and he will come galloping down the stairs and I can hug him and smell his hair for just that . . .
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January 29, 2008 09:26 PM EST --
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
- Robert Frost . . .
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February 10, 2008 02:13 PM EST --
"Oh? You wrote a story about Harvey?" My Dad feels the tug of his past and he is pulled right in. His memories start to swirl. "Oh...I've got lot of stories about him!"
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June 30, 2009 05:00 PM EDT --
Vivian scooped the bread crumbs from the kitchen table into her palm and tossed them into the sink. Vivian's grandmother Ruby looked at Vivian and tsked, "Don't be scooping up while I'm still havin' . . .
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February 08, 2009 11:58 AM EST --
"Roger?"
Bea calls up the stairs, peering through her thick lenses at the light in the upstairs hall. "Where is that man? Our show's about to start." She tisks, . . .
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June 21, 2009 02:33 AM EDT --
I keep having dreams about you,
So close that I can smell your hair.
And I am mad at you so many times,
As I wrangle with my bruised feelings.
Why didn't I ever feel like your prize,
Even . . .
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June 01, 2008 07:51 PM EDT --
Every week day, around 3 o'clock or so, the big yellow school bus spit us all out at our stop on Depot Road. As the bus chugged away, we'd wave at our friends and stick our tongues out at our . . .
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July 22, 2008 09:19 AM EDT --
I entered the Lorian Hemingway Short Story Competition in April, 2008. The winners were just announced in Key West , FLA. I placed with Honorable Mention with my short story, Sea Glass . . .
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