Keep Your Eyes Open_A Life in Ink_THE CONFESSION_The Flight Attendant
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Keep Your Eyes Open
Walk along the walls where the floors don’t creak. Get your bag and take just what you need. Don’t turn the lights on. Don’t use the toilet. Pad the stairs, silent as shadow. Look in the mirror; get a good look. Memorize your face: the cut above your brow, your swollen eyes, the gash on your lip.Now slip into Julia’s room. Fill a bag with diapers, pajamas, her favorite bunny—whatever fits. Scoop her from the crib. Take the blanket too. Rock and sway as you leave. Don’t trip over the blocks on the living room floor—the ones you didn’t get the chance to put away before he came home late and smel...
A Life in Ink
It took Edith years to find what she wanted. And, in the end, she found it was exactly the opposite of what she thought she did. She thought she wanted romance, mystery, adventure. Maybe children along the way, or years of thoughtful marriage. She had dreams of photography, traveling the world, and unplanned spontaneity. After all, it had been what she was known for. But it was only years later, after her jointswww.onedoor.cc started cracking and stopped wanting to carry out her wild exhibitions that she was forced to stop running and find herself. And she found it in the form of a 1948 Quiet De Luxe. Fr...
THE CONFESSION
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been… it’s… Father, I—”“Easy now, son. Take a breath for a moment. How long has it been since your last confession?”“I… I don’t know.”“There are folks from Glen Lake to the Hudson that I only see once in a while. They will say, ‘Oh Father Sheehan, I know it’s been too long.’ But I still see them and that is okay. I don’t recall when you last sat with me and there is no shame in that, son – God is still happy you are here.”“It’s been a few years, I guess. I’m not sure if I should be here but I can’t bear it any longer. I want to do the right thing.”“S...
The Flight Attendant
It was a cool October day in Maine when I headed down the stairs of the Saab 340 aircraft I called my home for the past 4 days as flight attendant for that group of trips between Bangor and Boston. I had just finished wiping down the blue leather seats and checking the seat backs for anything left behind when I exhaled a tired sigh of relief that I could finally head home for my three days off before starting the grind again. I hopped in one of the familiar taxis to find one of my regulars at the wheel.“Headed home?” Joe asked.“Thank God, yes. I have been dreaming of my bed for days.” I replie...