Tag Archives: Gale Acuff

Ignorant

When Sunday School was over this morning I walked home more slowly than usual and I’m not sure why. We learn about God a little more each Sunday. I wonder where the learning ends—when I die, I guess, and learn … Continue reading

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Keepsakes

When I remove my dog from the highway where, last night, he was run over, I feel something new, a novel kind of nothing with body to it, with heft, with dead weight. He’s been dead for a while so … Continue reading

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