Debbie LaChusa

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The Memory That Haunts Me

2024-2025 WOW! Q1 CNF ESSAY CONTEST FINALIST. “Come with me young lady,” Dad said as he grabbed my arm and steered me down the hall. He entered the guest bathroom, pulled me in, and closed the door. “You will not talk to me like that!” he scolded. As we stood in a room barely big […]

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Tiny Visitor

Originally published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miracles, Angels & Messages From Heaven. Four months before Dad passed away, I went to San Diego to visit him. He was eighty-nine, his health was declining, and I wanted to spend time with him before it was too late. One afternoon, when Dad and I were

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Dad loved to read

This is my very first writing exercise from a memoir writing course. The assignment was to write a profile of a person in 200 words. The chair sits empty now, as does the house. The blue recliner positioned just in front of the television. But watching TV wasn’t its primary purpose. Reading was. A retired

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