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Going Home

Going Home Lud’s Burgers is long gone. K-Mart too. Now Walmart and Meijer duke it out across the street from each other, just like any other Michigan city. I’m surprised to see Lee’s Mini-Golf still holds on next to Starlite… Continue Reading →

Photograph, 80 years later

Photograph, 80 years later Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still. – Dorothea Lange Three children, hands in laps, pose on a log cabin porch behind their young father cradling a newborn babe while… Continue Reading →

Dear Dad

Dear Dad We were never intimates. Men in our family never talked much. Vulnerability is weakness so we stuck to safe topics. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no animosity either. If there was a need, we did our best, but… Continue Reading →

River or Rock?

River or Rock? (in memory of Orlando: June 12, 2016) The ghost of childhood winters chills the summer heat, skipping across the field behind Bingham Elementary, stopping on mounds of plow driven snow where laughing twelve year olds once gathered…. Continue Reading →

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