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The Namesake: Part 1 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
I sit on the worn wooden stairs of my front porch and think about my name. It is a heavy old name. A great grandmother’s name. A name for old maids and librarians. I wish somehow that I had been...
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Bonnets, Buggies and Blaine: Part 4 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
Old mare never had a name. Mommy found her when she was an emaciated foal who could no longer stand. My mother paid 50 dollars to save her, which was fifty times what the dying foal was worth in 1960....
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California Sunshine: Part 7 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
When the snow piles up against the house or its grey and ugly outside; when the Salt Lake City inversions turn bright summer sunlight into a grey haze, it’s then that old memories turn gold bright and...
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The Russian who loved a Saint: Part 8 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
Clockwise from the top: Sis, Arrow, Me and Jenny. Mommy says the white and brindle Russian wolfhound we visit has bonnet ears. He will never be a show dog. We walk the long treed Salt Lake City Avenues...
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One Brave Ham: Part 9 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
I can’t sleep. I could if I tried but trying would be boring. Mommy looks tired tonight. If I were smart I would go to sleep but smart doesn’t equal adventure and I need an adventure. Ali sleeps in...
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The Sacred Act of Loving Art: Part 10 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
For as long as I can remember, Mommy has taken us to every art exhibition and museum in Salt Lake City. We tour galleries and studio openings, my mother describing brush strokes, paint layering,...
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Hefelton Farm: Part 11 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
Mommy and Daddy are going. My sister cries a little, her tears turning to a forlorn silence. They are not going in a bad or permanent way but rather on a three day marriage retreat to “work” on how to...
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Being Enough: Part 14 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
I’m drowning in the reality that I’m not good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, kind enough, or thoughtful enough. I thought I was a little girl but they tell me I’m a “late bloomer?” There’s even...
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