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Originally published in anthology of Southeastern Kansas stories.... I was stunned one summer day in the 1950s when my dad came home loo...

Hair loss with chemo did not rock my boat. I took it well. I just wanted to live, bald or not. My wig was delightful looking I thought. ...

  It storms and storms! Between rains we are trying to do some fun things, to escape from our truths and pretend life is full time glo...

The rains have ceased until late in the coming week. We have slight water under our house for the first time in eons of time. The ground ...

While the deck flowers are huddling under the picnic table and grill for protection and even a little warmth, the indoor plants seem to ...

Thunder snarls across a sky the color of river gravel this morning. Thick, ashen sheets of heavy rain pour straight down onto ground alr...

Last week it rained until I felt like a soaked sponge in dirty dishwater. Even the dog did not want to go out! She lingered around w...