RDP: Duck

Mother Mallard and her baby ducks foraged along the shoreline of Sparrow Lake at day’s end.  As she waddled past the dock, her little ducklings fell in line, like wind-up toys trying to catch up.  All except one little fellow, who lost in his own world got left behind. “Peep! Peep!” He let out a […]

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Kitchy

“Duck under the table and see what you can find,” was Father’s pat answer to the question of what was for dessert. He was like that: quick-witted and full of comebacks.  My husband is the same, and I compound the problem by walking into it every time: “What have you got on tomorrow?” I’ll ask, […]

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July Blues

Summer bursts with activities and plans, and I am already wondering at the folly of trying to move in the midst of it all.  I put out a group text yesterday to solicit help from our kids, and the response was as expected: We are away that weekend. Can we help with the pre-move prep? […]

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Responses

  Indifference How is it that you overlook my presence, as if I am no more than a blade of grass, a ripple on the water, our passing insignificant?             Allegiance You are flesh torn from my flesh blood coagulated, still flowing – hearts tied in forever.       […]

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