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The Dreadful Tale of the School House Clock
Recently, I sold the row house where I had lived for over thirty years. I was more than happy about ..
Thus Spake Brave Horatius (and Winston Churchill): Movie Review of The Darkest Hour
It isn’t often that two of my heroes, living centuries apart, can collide magnificently in a darkened movie theater on ..
A Bit about George
Of the thousands of stories my late husband told me that I should have written down (but did not), a ..
Ode to Re-Gifting
I have this pair of mittens (Well, in actual fact, it’s four) That I’ve received as gifts so far And soon, I’ll get ..
The Poppy and the Kiss
It was the first Memorial Day parade that I’d gone to since my husband died. He, Warren, had been a soldier ..
Who Knew?
I have two secret vices, and I love to be caught out on both. The first concerns driving. When I am ..
Idle Musings about Simple Genius
So imagine yourself with a sloped forehead, a hairy body, and stubby toes. You are sitting outside a cave in ..
Tilting at Windmills: Mouse in the House ... Eek!!!
I once was calm and elegant, A credit to my sex. With nothing to disturb my poise … To bother or perplex. I baked; ..
Red Lipstick and Cufflinks: Mac Conner at the Delaware Art Museum
I just meandered through an exhibition of Mac Conner’s paintings at the Delaware Art Museum, and I am joyfully agog. Most ..
My Mostly Happy Life: Autobiography of a Climbing Tree - Chapter 10: Interrupted Interment
We watched as Jarvis Larchmont strode toward Meg, who was digging in the dirt. Although none of us liked him, we ..
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