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Corrugated air plastered the gold-flecked scarf to my face. This would not be an easy day. She kept revisiting her conversation with her fam...

If tears were words, there'd be novels, short stories, snippets, novellas, essays, and, of course, blog entries. That's all I can ...

Shall I shout Huzzah! to indicate my excitement at accomplishing access to this blog? I'm just going to say hello and then duck out. ~wa...

Alas! For far too long have I left you unbothered! Oh Blog! So here is but a scratch: I was to have visited Maui with my mom, but two weeks ...

This story circle started here. It continued here. Here's where it left off before this bit. “Another glass of wine, please.” I tried to...

Sometimes, perhaps I am just reading a poem by Mary Oliver "Now is my father / Walking the wind, / Sniffing the deep Pacific / That beg...

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