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Dear Cayleigh: You leave today. I told myself I wouldn’t cry. I lied to myself. I couldn’t stop the flow. Since you came along almost 10 years ago, I could always pop in the car and see you whenever I wanted. You lived just across the river. It wasn’t far.Continue Reading

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Beginnings. It’s what my brain is telling my fingers to shape this week. The series starts HERE with one of my all-time favorite pieces.  Today’s piece is a work of fiction, though my fiction often contains more of myself than I am ever willing to reveal in my own voice.Continue Reading