I keep thinking of the voice on my answering machine. The small, tinny voice. Distant and full of echoes, as if my friend is at the bottom of a deep well, and she has a phone and calls. She calls to say she can’t make it to the wedding. I don’t remember why. She leaves a…
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To The River
To the river we go, my son and I and his friend we’ll call Aaron. It is a half day of school and there are a million other things to do; grocery shopping, haircuts, and my shoes are held together with duct tape. But to the river we go. Aaron and my son get silly…
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