“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” -Maya Angelo Veteran’s Day. A time of remembering. A bitter sweet day because I do remember. I cannot stop remembering Dave. Some of the details about Dave Nelson’s physical attributes are sketchy. Like his height, the exact color of his hair parted […]
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There was a time when I wallowed in my dread, feeling dejected, rejected, and ejected. My marriage was ending, a second career collapsing, and my little farm slipping away. I did some writing, and one of the collections of short pieces I titled, “Nobody said Thank You.” That was eight years afterVietnam and only the […]
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As a child, I lived on an eighty-acre dairy farm in Wisconsin. We slopped pigs, gathered eggs, cleaned/plucked chickens, hung by our knees from the top of the windmill, and birthed calves. Nature and life intertwined as geese migrated overhead and ice storms prevented the school bus from coming. A feeling of satisfaction and harmony […]