Lost Ones

Most of us went to college together, and we were an odd crew. James was a tae-kwon-do instructor who ran his own martial-arts school in town. Kelly told me she was a witch in both the religious and supernatural sense. Ron one night confessed to me that he was a vampire, but in more of a religious sense than a supernatural one.

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Last Word

To get to where we live, you take a county road that’s paved for 3 of its winding miles up a mountain before becoming gravel about half a mile from our acres. The house is a hundred yards or so off the road and is flanked by fenced pastures. Several goats we don’t own roam…

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No Unsacred Places

THE LIGHT WAS GRAY before the orange of full dawn, enough to see outlines and objects, potholes and gravel, but not yet enough to make out the details of things. It was a Sunday morning. I was on my way to work—a priest preparing for the sacred things—vested in spandex and Lycra, pedaling my bike…

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Last Word

As I exit the plane and enter the terminal, everything’s quiet and still. Airports are usually such a flurry of activity, travelers flowing in every direction. But at this particular minute on this particular morning, nobody appears to be in a hurry. Within seconds I realize what’s happening: In a case of surreal timing, at…

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