543 Day Writing Journey

Gronk Gronk. Day 517.

Because he was a mixed-breed, I thought we would have more time with him.

Over eleven years earlier, Hurricane Irene threatened to hit us pretty hard. It was August 2011. I was with the fire department at the time, waiting for a call about a downed tree or a hole in someone’s roof. The storm began to calm so I took a nap.

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543 Day Writing Journey

Let Her Cry. Day 399.

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“Are you sure you’re ready to go out alone?” my friend said to me. We were sitting at the picnic table in my backyard at my house on Shamrock Drive smoking Camel Crush cigarettes and drinking too much coffee.

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