We weren’t so different

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It’s become a tradition

The author ignoring Hemingway’s staring problem. Photo courtesy of author.

I found it by accident

Sam and I wandered into City Park Grill in Petoskey for a late afternoon lunch and a couple of cocktails. We sat at the empty bar. It was late-Autumn, after the colorful leaves had already fallen — a lull in tourism until the snow falls.


PERSONAL ESSAY/INSPIRATION

He gave me something far more precious

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We both needed some mending

I met Tommy in Ann Arbor at a place where broken people went to get fixed.


I think I set a world record

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The invitation

My uncle called me a few weeks before Christmas on a Wednesday night.


How confession was key to my mental health

St. Joseph’s Shrine’s stations of the cross in Brooklyn, Michigan. Photo curtesy of author.


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I learned to cherish what I had, instead of dwelling on what I lost

Our section of the lodge. Photo courtesy of the author.


I needed a change of direction

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Bad for the environment or good for the soul?

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Tracy Stengel

Writer and freelance fiction editor. Find me curled up w/ a blanket of metaphors or at www.tracystengel.com. You can buy me ☕️ at https://ko-fi.com/tracystengel

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