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Envelope

Her mother is sobbing next to her. She is in shock, stoic. First in the elevator going down, and then at the curbside waiting for the hospital valet to bring around the station wagon, people come up to her mother to say they will pray for her. They assume it is her mother's loss, not … Continue reading Envelope

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When It Happened

What was Jim doing when it happened? Was he sleeping? He ran every day...was it on a run? Playing guitar? He'd been sanding the ancient wood floors of our small Oak Park bungalow. Did it happen then? Was he on the Metra train headed to work in Chicago's loop? On the outside, life was normal. … Continue reading When It Happened