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Betrayal
I tread slowly crunching across the multicolored fall leaves of the sprawling university campus. I’m enroute to a surprise meeting at the sports psychologist’s office which conveniently sits inside of the daunting athletic complex of Division 1 NCAA sports. It smells faintly like baking bread outside from the local ethanol plant which helps fuel the Continue reading
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Korean Spa
My half-clothed mom places a steaming coffee next to my bedside in our Busan Korea hotel room. She has been hiding out in the bathroom for the past hour trying not to wake me until 6:00am when the gym opens. Cardio is her sacred early morning ritual. ‘Don’t talk to me before my exercise,’ Continue reading
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Dear Universe:
Previously I didn’t subscribe to faith. My mother is atheist and judges those who believe in God. Coming of age in the 50s in rural Minnesota, she attended parochial school and with it, an hour of excruciatingly boring mass in Latin each day from kindergarten through college. Worse than Church was the corporeal punishment doled Continue reading
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Fat-free Thanksgiving
“I’ve decided we’re doing a fat-free Thanksgiving dinner this year,” my 45-year-old tennis coach mom confidently announced as she opened the beeping microwave and extracted one of the steaming hot baked potatoes we were eating as the main course for dinner. “Ewwwww,” moaned my 13-year-old younger sister Erin, “gross,” she said slurping on her lemonade Continue reading
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The Miracle Invitational
Cousin Cloud and I sit huddled, comrades in arms, on the soft grey family room carpet of our woodsy Minnesota summer lake cabin. The talent portion of the annual Merickel Invitational Family Tennis Tournament is underway. Cloudy, nearly a teenager, giggles and points at Grandma who can be glimpsed from behind the glass double doors Continue reading
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OPPS/OOPS
Next week is my golden birthday. I turn 6. My parents promised they will be home from vacation to celebrate together. Until then we’re stuck at Aunt P and Uncle S’s new house on 8th street in Fargo near Lindenwood Park which has a playground. We are homesick because they have no food or toys Continue reading
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A satellite industry vice president by day and amateur astrologer by night, I enjoy writing creatively about my life.
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