A Birthday Party_Rice Pancakes_Light in an Empty Home_Gone Fishing
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A Birthday Party
“A Birthday Party”The lightning flashes, and the thunder echoes across the river, the afternoon waxes away, a typical day except it is my ninetieth birthday. I guess I should be grateful that God above blessed me with a long life. But there are moments when I want to leave these old bones behind and cross over the “Jordon” onto the other side. At this moment, reality reminds me that there is still life to live and enjoy what I have yet to discover.Deep down, however, there’s a part of me where memories of children dance in my mind, running and jumping in the mud puddles, catching lighting bugs...
Rice Pancakes
The day started as it always did— with the cock-a-doodle-doo of the rooster across the street, chanting music the next block over and below our bedroom window, the neighbor whistled as he watered his newly planted fruit trees. Dawn was typically when people were beginning their day, with exercising and buying their food for the day at the market or, for seafood, the wet market. It was our last day in Vietnam and I suddenly felt the pressure to make every moment count. My husband and I planned to spend our last night in a luxury hotel and visiting with our friend, Anh, who we could always find...
Light in an Empty Home
Knock. Knock. Knock.Aurora's pale blue eyes focused on the large oak door that had not accepted a visitor since the accident five years prior. She was sprinkling homemade garlic seasoning on fresh broccoli she picked up the day before from the Eagle River farmer's market. Outside her kitchen window, the sun glistened high above the snow-capped Chugach mountains. Her house was not anything special, but it did the job. The two-story cabin, once full of energy, sat in silence at twww.onedoor.cche top of Grizzly Drive. She remembered the days when John would be outside at 6:00 AM firing up his Husqvarna chains...
Gone Fishing
The first week of summer was always the most exciting. Students still remembered the bitter taste of finals and were licking freedom off their fingers as they reached for more. County fairs and farmer’s markets popped up here and there, drawing crowds of people who wanted to forget life for a while. People drove with their windows down and their music up on their way home from cabins. Shorts and tan lines were a common sight yet again, and the neighborhoods came alive with droves of kids on bikes and scooters. As for plans that summer, I had none. My senior year of highschool was creeping clo...