The weather that early July day the summer I was sixteen was likely sunny and humid as most Ohio July days are. But the weather is a miniscule detail long forgotten. The only thing that mattered that day was the letter. As my Mom slipped the envelope in my hand, the world stood still, as […]
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Love Under the Hood of my Car
I peered out the front windows, ivory sheers in right hand, forehead furrowed. In the street my tan car sat forlorn and sick. Wide shoulders hunched over inspecting, replacing, fixing. Hydraulics long gone, a jug of windshield fluid held the hood open. He should have been somewhere else. But he’d answered my distress call. Like […]