An Invitation to Remember

I have a scar under my chin. I was young, maybe kindergarten or first grade, visiting my cousins in New Holland, Pennsylvania — land of Amish farms, horse and buggies and my one-week childhood crush, Serge Lehman. I was trying to impress him by gracefully (some may even say heroically) swinging across the monkey bars. I made it three rings, [...]

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My Two Brothers

My brothers were born two days apart. Four years and two days. I’m writing this on the day between their birthdays, a space, relative to my brothers, I’ve found myself in often over the years. Lest you get the wrong idea, let me explain. We grew up on a farm. Not the real beef or dairy kind from [...]

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