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October 30, 2017

It’s an early Saturday October morning in Arkansas. I stayed overnight with my sister in Conway. Now I’m heading toward downtown Little Rock (30 minutes away) for the Poetry Day Event.

I’ve been dreading the traffic on I-40 since I awakened. The house is quiet when I op...

October 23, 2017

I woke up to the smell of coffee. Then he handed a cup to me. I did nothing to deserve sharing a coffee with him. Just what we do.

My husband. He. is. kind.

Because of his kindness, I think, happiness runs after him.

A bit about him: His father died at 74. My husband turn...

October 16, 2017

I’m circling like a buzzard in a parking lot at a funeral home. I need a place with plenty of space. (I have depth perception issues.) My pastor invites me to park behind him. Instant relief.

I get out of the car and a young woman approaches, greeting me with a hug. The...

October 9, 2017

Harps Supermarket, Calico Rock, Arkansas. After putting groceries in the car, my husband (a detail man) notices a man slightly bent in front of the store shuffling his groceries from five plastic bags to a backpack. I suggest we sit in the parking lot and watch, just t...

October 2, 2017

Scheduled power outage happened on Monday.

Helpful that we’d been forewarned by an automated phone call. Outage to happen between 8 a.m. and noon. Our local electric company would be replacing a pole that would affect our valley.

The power went off at 8:15. Kindness.

Ligh...

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