Fall, 1987 Part II After seeing that fire in my neighbor Susan’s garage, I stood stunned at the scene I’d created. Gathering my wits about myself, I discovered there was no time like the present to run and get help. Somewhere in the back of my mind as I hurriedly asked Mama to call the fire department, I thought this…
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You Hem Me In: III
Spring, 1989 Part III Rodney and I lay face down under the bushes so quietly they would’ve never heard us. I remember holding my breath the majority of the time, hearing the cops swarm the area, their patent leather shoes smashing tiny rocks close to my head. I waited a solid 5 minutes before I felt like they were in…
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You Hem Me In: IV
Winter, 1996 Part IV The investigation room reeks of this morning’s leftover coffee and stale chips, like that old restaurant clinging to your clothes kind-of smell. I am too nervous to do anything but chew on my fingernails though. I know they got me hook, line, and sinker. My mind bounces between whether or not I should just confess or…
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You Hem Me In: V
Spring, 2001 Part V Freedom never tasted so sweet: Welch’s grape juice and a Little Debbie Fudge Round. I hopped out of my car after a long day at work, but realized I wasn’t feeling good. I’d been having a little trouble swallowing my food here and there, gotten choked a few times, but today I just felt downright sick….
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You Hem Me In: VI
“Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.” (Jeremiah 33:3, KJV) Spring 2013 Part VI “Are you feeling okay, Bryan?” A question I was constantly asked. I know I wasn’t myself. I was put through the wringer for a time during my journey with esophageal cancer, and I know…
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