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The Tears and the Hollerin’

“Yes, he called me,” Mary told me over the phone. I was driving home from work. He being Marnell’s brother Darrell, a plumber. “I am so happy. I could not keep back the tears or the hollerin’,” Mary told me. That was Thursday. On Monday, Mary learned that the flood had destroyed both her hot […]

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A Little Green…

Suddenly, this week, I had a violent revulsion for winter. Maybe it was the culmination of floods and mud and the nearly continual hum of sump pumps. Maybe it was boxing and moving the final load from Marnell’s house. Maybe it was gaining another two and a half pounds. But it suddenly seemed unbearable to […]

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Two Olive Leaves

I never thought it would bring tears to my eyes to see an electric company truck driving down 5th Street.  (Usually the only reason to cry about the electric company is the bill.) But something went through me when I saw an actual vehicle with wheels -not a boat!- on the road. I was suddenly […]

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Mary’s House

When the river rose, it caught us off-guard. I never knew how people in floods could get caught by flooding. How could they not know it was coming? Why wouldn’t they just leave their houses? Now, both of those questions seem different to me. I was planning to share this “Mary Story” with you this […]

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Stand and Shine

I was driving in the milky underworld of fog this week when I noticed the lights: globe lights, and head lights, lights atop lampposts behind panes of glass. They must have been there every other day that I drove that road, but I had never noticed them. They were suddenly essential, the only things that […]

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