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Long Ago, It Must Be…I Have A Photograph
The first page is where the second chapter begins. The two of them are sitting close on a hammock, wearing matching Yankee baseball hats. His jaw line is strong and his arm is around her. Her face...
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Is Age Just A Number?
The impervious feeling of youth is a delicious drunk of newness and firsts: first apartment, first true love, first heartbreak; the delight of garage sales and thrift shops, that furnish the backdrop...
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Long Ago, It Must Be…I Have A Photograph
The first page is where the second chapter begins. The two of them are sitting close on a hammock, wearing matching Yankee baseball hats. His jaw line is strong and his arm is around her. Her face...
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A Birthday Selfie – Reflections on 66!
Today I’m 66 years old. The number seems wrong. It can’t possibly be true that the group of people with grayer hair and deeper lines are the same ones who walked with me out of childhood. Wasn’t it...
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