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He is a bright boy, articulate and creative. He has a natural curiosity and a variety of interests. He loves to learn new things, but not…
He is a bright boy, articulate and creative. He has a natural curiosity and a variety of interests. He loves to learn new things, but not…
We gather around the dining room table, our small, intimate writers group. Sipping tea and coffee, and snacking on popcorn, each of us takes a turn…
I walk into the first grade classroom of my newest teacher, her first year. A black line drawing of a turtle, its shell a patchwork of…
Except for the tiniest bit of dim light coming from the master bath, my bedroom is dark. The soft rustle of sheets as I toss and…
Sitting at my kitchen table, warmed by the fire and sipping hot tea, I write my Christmas cards. I add just a few words of love…
My garage door slowly opens and I carefully back my car into the alley avoiding my trash cans. Making a last minute trip to Trader Joe’s…
I woke up this morning to drizzly gloomy skies, a reflection of my heart and mind, it seems summer is taking her own sweet time. Generally,…
I think about my dad every day. This year marks our eighth Father’s Day without him. In our family’s early years, my dad often scheduled his work travel…
The sun shines on a beautiful summer afternoon. We sit at a small café table, across from one another, leaning in and sharing lunch. He shows…