A Lesson on Symbolism and Love

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I vividly recall my first encounter with symbolism. I was in grade one, and my teacher read the class a poem about trees, ‘wearing dresses of white and dancing gracefully in the wind”. It had just snowed that day, and as I walked home after school, Continue reading “A Lesson on Symbolism and Love”

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Circle of Friends

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I always wanted a brother: an older brother, to be exact. I pictured him as big and strong and kind and protective. He would affectionately Continue reading “Circle of Friends”

Grammy’s Rose Bush

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My grandmother was a devout and obedient French Catholic. Being extremely poor and little educated, my grandparents never made decisions the church might disapprove of without Continue reading “Grammy’s Rose Bush”

The Puzzle Pieces of My Mother’s Mind

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My Mom has always been one of those pragmatic types who never wasted a lot of time worrying about the deeper meaning of the universe. White is white. Black is Continue reading “The Puzzle Pieces of My Mother’s Mind”

“Mom! You Look Just Like a…”

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I write an awful lot about the years when I first got divorced. Not because those years haunt me; not because the painful bits are seared into my memory Continue reading ““Mom! You Look Just Like a…””

Be the Change…

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“Be The Change You Want to See in the World.”

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I love stories about people being kind to one another, especially when Continue reading “Be the Change…”

Some People Are Just Not Good in a Crisis

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When I was growing up, there was not a lot of money for extravagant holidays. Most of our vacations were spent Continue reading “Some People Are Just Not Good in a Crisis”