Small Acts

A writing friend wrote to me lately, “I am a bit discouraged about continuing on with my piece. First, some sad stuff happened next. I need to transform that for my own well-being ….and plus, I was just at such a fragile age – I really am bigger than age 14 now – and all […]

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Face Cloths & Trash Mountains

My sister and I sit at the dining room table, post-breakfast, half-finished coffee cups between us. We’re in Florida on a short holiday with our parents, a rare treat, since I can’t remember our even taking vacations together when we were kids, let alone at our advanced ages of forty-two and fifty-one. We’re fixed on […]

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