Category: Creative Nonfiction
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It’s a Chore
I lift the lid with a heavy sigh that the aged hinges in the old top-loader door reciprocate. The only thing at the bottom of this circular chasm is the dread I feel echoing from its depths. As I allow the feeling of regret to wash over me, knowing that…
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Picture This
When I was twenty-one, I flew to Baghdad, Iraq for my first deployment. It was my first trans-Atlantic trip. Before that, most of my traveling had been limited to a handful of states up and down the East coast. As I grew up, I learned that there was a big,…
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Nothing Good Left When I Said Bye
Where will you be when you say goodbye to someone? What will the atmosphere be like? Will there be laughing; will there be crying; will the goodbye be temporary or permanent? Will the person even see it coming? I did, on a cold December afternoon in 2008 just before the…
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Box of Memories
I have a memory box. The concept of a memory box is not mine to trademark, as a quick Google search will assure you, nor is the idea a new one. While the individual box itself can range based on looks, material, and style, the general thought is that it…
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The Gift
“Here we go again,” he said. Private First Class Yester muttered as the crowd began to build around his vehicle. The sun was just cresting the sky as the convoy arrived through the gates of Forward Operating Base Puma. Already the locals were swarming the armored Humvees in hopes that…
Writing in Cadence 