True Tales
Nonfiction narratives.
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There are days I’m not sure where anything is going. My head is heavy with a fog that makes it hard to think let alone function. It’s something deep—a complete and total exhaustion of both body and mind. It persists and becomes an uneasiness that affects every thought I have. It grabs ahold of my…
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Little towns are notorious for gossip, most people know (or know of) most other people. The rumor mill makes for excitement in a small country town, I suppose. For the most part, I’m the type of person to mind my own business, however; my husband and I have indulged in a bit of town gossip…
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I was at the beach yesterday. It was a beautiful day, and the water was warm. My son had a ball diving into the waves and building sand castles. I was walking barefoot through the hot sand making my way to parking lot to retrieve something from my SUV. On the way, I passed a…
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I sat at my desk as the printer produced page after page. My husband walked by, stopped, and picked up the stack of pages. He began reading. I continued to click print. The printer kept printing. He continued to read. Except for the sound of the printer, it was silent, until he spoke. “I thought…
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On a warm summer afternoon I went for a walk to one of my favorite places, the cemetery. It’s a lovely place with beautiful old headstones, and where huge maple trees stand in rows down the center. In the summer the green leaves offer a canopy of shade, and the grass is a plush emerald…
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