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When bad love hits like a hurricane, you come up clutching and gasping, grabbing anything handy to get to shore.

If you recognize it.

Sometimes we love too much, too deeply, too kindly, to see clearly and then you can…

A Flash Memoir and Collage by Deborah Wilbrink

It had been a long day, fun and fishing on the ocean. Now I reached into the back seat of the new-smelling coupe for my purse, wanting to refresh my lipstick during…

“Dad saved some letters. I thought you could have yours back, if you want them,” said my brother, as we had an open-air church-served lunch on the farm after the funeral. Reading them brought back memories of my own life…