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Crossing Cultures Memoir

Rest

Eighth grade. My bike traveled smoothly, softly in the quiet. On the dirt path through bamboo forests. 

Shaded relief from strong tropical sun on a humid day.

Freedom. Breeze lifting my hair. 

Lacework of bamboo shadows flowing over me. With bits and pieces of bright sunlight.

Rest.

Village path. Image by ElliotM on Unsplash.
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Memoir

Father’s Day

Today we’re honoring fathers. 

And I feel the gravity of the almost. After what happened a few weeks ago. 

My husband had a heart attack. As he was driving down the highway. Thankfully, I was with him. And able to get him to an emergency room quickly.

Just in time, the cardiologist said.

Back in the day….