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The summer I planted bougainvillea in our backyard, my father was diagnosed with cancer. From the cheery associate at Lowe’s, I learned bougainvillea was a rapid-growing, hard-to-kill type of plant, perfect for swallowing up the ugly cement wall behind our house. I watered and watched the raspy green vines crawl their way across the wall,…

6.40 am It’s time. I must have dozed off before dinner. I was in the wrong bed. My sister was next to me, asleep. The lights were off and the sky was dark. It was 2 am. I was wide awake. This was my chance. — Here I am, sitting in my car. I’m trying…

There’s a particular sadness that comes on the last day of a journey.  On this last morning I stopped in at St. Stephen’s, a church I happened upon while searching for a post office.  It was just another building I might have walked past without a second thought but for a red and gold sign…