Tag Archives: my dad

Times to Remember

If the evil laugh mwahahaha had existed back when my parents were still alive, it would have rung out around the kitchen table whenever someone got set. My mom and dad loved competition. Card games, board games, TV quiz shows: … Continue reading

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Hey, Raw Meat!

My little brother and I would wait for the card game to end in the deserted ladies lounge. We got unlimited sodas from the bartender and a pocketful of quarters for the jukebox, playing “The Night the Lights Went Out … Continue reading

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Framing a Memory

My stubby finger traced the groove’s curves, pushing aside the fresh sawdust and smelling its piney scent. “That’s a potato, Marcy,” my dad said. “Do you know where they have a lot of potatoes?” I had no idea. “In Ireland,” … Continue reading

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Driving Lessons

Image by Joseph De Palma Driving Lessons At the edge of the busy intersection, I hesitated. Was it my turn? I crept forward, but the car on my right darted in. I looked both ways, crept forward again. The car … Continue reading

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Bringing my dad to the hospital

Bringing my dad to the hospital Regret is not quite the right word for how I feel about bringing my father to the hospital to die, but it comes pretty close. My father was a burly, no-nonsense man who wasn’t … Continue reading

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