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rudyan
Perhaps not most vivid, but memories of my grandpa are way up there among my best memories. And being as how this is father's day, let me tell you a story: After a lifetime of... More »
rudyan
To not-speak truth. I learned that while my truth was condemned as lies, the lies of others were revered as truth. Confused, I learned to hide my truth altogether, the truth of what I saw,... More »
rudyan
This: I believe the children are our are future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all the beauty they possess inside Give them a sense of pride to make it... More »
rudyan
That it's something you put on, like you would don your finest 'glad rags' when you're expecting company or getting ready to go to church. That the tongue says one thing, and the actions say... More »
rudyan
She chose the wee hours of the morning in the middle of a brutal prairie spring snowstorm to kick and scream her way out of the relative safety of an unwilling womb into an alien... More »
rudyan
Standing up in a crib and hearing a visiting great-aunt who was a stranger to me tell me she was going to take me home with her. I was terrified -- at that age you... More »
rudyan
The town? Twenty years ago, on a break from a university some distance away, I visited my mother there and felt on the first night the silent screams coming from walls saturated with words that were... More »
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