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Shampoo Night

The baby shampoo flows like honey onto his water-darkened hair as he stands plumply naked and gleaming in the tub. I massage it into his perfectly shaped little noggin, working up a good lather. We have a ritual that he … Continue reading

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Fairy Dust

I woke with the taste of childhood in my mouth. A taste of teacups and Tinkerbell; handsome fathers, pretty mothers. A taste of contentment tinged with wonder and good things to come; …like Wordsworth’s child, trailing glory. But it faded … Continue reading

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A Sweet Memory

When I was ten, my family and I visited my grandmother in Tampa, Florida for the Christmas holidays. I remember sitting on her front porch one dusky evening after dinner with my dad–my younger sister in his lap, and me … Continue reading

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