I seem to have popped naturally out of some kind of fog, which surely has to do with fleeing Tucson. The best thing that happened to me since we returned from darkest Arizona—a place my wife tells me not to condemn just because of how my parents lived—is that I’ve rediscovered beautiful New Mexico, and [...]
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The whole thing was her idea. Since our favorite restaurant was featuring music of a certain kind with dinner on Valentine’s Day, my wife suggested taking me there the night before, which worked out splendidly. The place was relatively quiet, uncrowded, and the food was wonderful—it always is. Meanwhlle, the lady was flying high. She’s [...]
“Quiet!” she hushed, raising an index finger to her lips and cocking her head. She meant it, so I shut up. Seconds passed. “What is it?” I asked softly. “Like something outside, a wild animal, coyotes howling or something,” she replied, still searching for a match. Personally, I didn’t wonder. It’s hard to hear through [...]
They grow a considerable amount of their own food and draw spiritual sustenance from their very surroundings. They have a magic dog. For some reason I mentioned a survivalist website I visited once that spoke of “doomsteads,” or self-sufficient hideaways in which to weather the approaching storm. I had to explain what doomstead meant, of course. My buddy laughed and said, “Jesus, I’ve lived in doomsteads my entire life!”
She had been right all along in matters of the heart. Thank God for what little charm I did possess, because I’d treated her like dirt. Exactly like my alcoholic father, too, no empathy at all. Ironically, this revelation eased my pain enough for me to fall asleep. She’d done nothing to me. Whatever else I had to deal with, she wasn’t it. All I had to do for her was be a man.
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