Monthly Archives: June 2012

I Cry Foul

The foul ball ricocheted off the seats behind and bounced slightly over our heads before being swallowed up by fans diving into the row in front of us. One of those fans was my son. After 30 years of attending Giants games, … Continue reading

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A Call From the Land, A Call To Life

Everything has a past it seems. Some would say even a newborn carries memories. Objects. too. I’m not sure about that. But I haven’t dismissed it hands down either. My house has a past. Not a good one. At least … Continue reading

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