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Rafe–Family Dinner

Posted on October 6, 2014 by Susacadia

This follows ‘Rafe-Welcomed Home’. Rafe turned toward the house. “You’ve put in a new window. Bigger.” “Yes. Well. Supper is waiting.” Jenna held the door open. “Welcome. Although I suppose welcoming you to your own house is a bit funny.” … Continue reading →

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Romancing the Fair

Posted on August 31, 2014 by Susacadia

I did not meet my husband at the Blue Hill Fair, the fair where Wilbur was extolled with the spidery writing of “Some Pig,” one of the last country fairs in Maine. But I might have. It would have happened … Continue reading →

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Rafe–First Time Home–pt. 1

Posted on May 4, 2014 by Susacadia

Rafe lay on the bed following the spider with her eyes. Visions of trees passing overhead coalesced into roof beams. Pain was still present, pulling at her face and preventing her from rolling onto her side. She was no longer … Continue reading →

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The Other End of Leaving Home

Posted on April 27, 2014 by Susacadia

A high school classmate asked if I would be interested in contributing to a volume of advice and commiseration for parents whose kids were leaving home. Another friend was experiencing a first time departure and Pam, whose kids had already … Continue reading →

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Rafe–The Feral Sheep

Posted on April 15, 2014 by Susacadia

Rafe sat on the floor, feet stretched out, ankles crossed, leaning against a roof support polished by centuries of backs and shoulders rubbing against the stout wood. She passed her dinner plate to her niece for return to the Pig … Continue reading →

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The Power of Place

Posted on January 25, 2014 by Susacadia

When I started to drive for the ambulance service, and was heading for the MDI Hospital, I was instructed to radio ahead when I turned onto Eagle Lake Road letting them know that I had just rounded “RA Corner.” “Don’t … Continue reading →

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Re-entry, or “How I came home to a place I’d never been.”

Posted on December 14, 2013 by Susacadia

Ursula Le Guin wrote in The Dispossessed, “You can go home again, the General Temporal Theory asserts, so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.” I first read that book when I had … Continue reading →

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