• Posts Tagged ‘Aunt Buggy’

    Three Years

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    These days, when I am toodling down Spain Road from Juan Tabo and my truck passes her old street, I often forget to look, like I used to. Then, I would take a glance to see if her garage door was open, to see if her car was out in the driveway, to see...

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    Evening Visit

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    It is often a little sad to get up from lying there, my body stiff from my awkward headrest against the side of the bathtub, that angle cockeyed to my flat sprawl on the bathroom floor linoleum. It is hard because in the cat bed beside me, kneeling on the folded green towel, he...

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