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Searching for my brother's grave in the pasture above our childhood home. His body was exhumed and moved to to a new resting place.
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The Road Home
Sometime after I left, this holler was named Sassafras Lane. I was sure I'd left my problems behind in that life sucking red clay....
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Sometime after I left, this holler was named Sassafras Lane. I was sure I'd left my problems behind in that life sucking red clay.... -
I write to learn. I write to gain insight and new perspectives. I write for forgiveness and to let go. I write to understand and not... -
On September 12, 1988, I came out the front door of our apartment C22 (far right) with Michael, 10, Misty, 7, Megan, 5, and R...
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