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Lori & Garry Marshall

In this plummeting weather there is nothing to do but lean in.

The Others came in the light of day and splayed Father open.

there is no place on this earth I can run from my own prejudice

When you write the story of being a father don’t leave out the joy.

Sometimes, when I’m silent, I can hear our old neighbor’s Ford.

Lydda, when she closes her eyes, has traded one war zone for another.

I was opposed to the taking of human life. I was opposed to all war.

The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.

Dad is catnip to the lady residents. He’s tall and lean, plus he’s got all his hair.

The world smells brand-new crisp the way an ax cuts fire wood.

There were so many tired, frayed words thick in the air around her.

Our eyes searched for the island, but ahead there was only overcast.

They had been good girls. They stood by him when he killed a man.

Her cheek was like a plum about to burst and you had to close your eyes.

Dr. Zee knows his son is struggling up out of some chemical fog.