friendship

a grandmother’s blessing

“Grandma, where are you?” A bit flustered and slightly more concerned, I entered Fairmount Cemetery all the more clueless. I tend to do this – if I don’t know where I am going, rest assured, I’ll figure it out. That’s what I tell myself, anyway. Per my father’s advice, I did try and go to […]

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John.

My offering is a torn and used instant oatmeal box stuffed with goldfish, crackers, candy. This, passed from hand to hand, is in Park Hill, on the Northwest corner of City Park. Any local paper is guaranteed these days to evoke fear, concern, and confusion on an incline in gang activity just a bit further […]

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