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The memories of my father are like dreams. They exist in the ethers and have a floating sense about them.  They come from younger years,...

Fear is an old and unwelcome friend that seems to find a way to seep under locked doors like yellow smoke, wrapping its self around me....

Sometimes it seems so clear; where I am and who I am and what story is unfolding. I had grandparents that slept in separate bedrooms;...