Tag: cape girardeau
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Still Driving
Two years I’ve held onto this, thinking it wasn’t worth sharing. I changed my mind because it was a perfect day for driving. Some mornings even when you follow all the rules, accidents happen.
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The Dogs Always Said Yes
Some Saturdays, you load up and head downtown to Spanish Street. Freeze-dried candy. Lemonade. Pretzel bites from Wat’s Knots Pretzels. And the dogs. Bella rarely asked permission. The dogs never minded.
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UFO Sighting in Missouri: She Wasn’t Lying
She pointed at the blurry picture on her phone. “This right here — this is a real UFO.” Traveling these curvy Missouri hills, she waved it in front of me. For a second, I thought we might crash.
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The Overqualification Olympics
Overqualified. Overeducated. Over fifty. Enthusiastic. Reasonably caffeinated. This is my situation, and I am choosing to find it funny. Mostly.
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A Half Marathon, a Stranger, and the Race I’m Really Running
The morning air was a lie, the hills were brutal, and I was just trying to make it to the next mailbox. Then a stranger at the finish line said something that made me realize I’d been running a different race the whole time.
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Leave It Alone
Paying attention is hard. But what do you do when you see something you can’t unsee? Pass on something you should have? In that moment do you see anyone else in power asking the same questions you are?
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Noticing
The armadillo stopped you. He didn’t. You tell yourself you’ll pay attention when it matters. Then you pass a man outside the DQ and order a Blizzard. You were noticing. Just not him.
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From Behind the Counter
Terry pressed his face against the glass and peered in at us. “Smokers,” he said. “In their natural habitat.” This is a story about a breakroom, a movie, and what we were promised.