Circle of Friends

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

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Misunderstanding…

When I am writing, because I frequently write about my family members, I have gotten into the habit of calling them to ask ‘if it is okay’ for me to print ‘this or that’ on my blog.

I’m So Sorry…

The older I get, the heavier become my deepest regrets. I find myself making amends now, as often as I can: I do not want to die with the added regret of words unspoken. This is a story of a woman I met recently who must have waited too long… Poetry has never been my strong suit, but I have added – at the very end – my own plea for forgiveness…

The Evolution of the Telephone

I am old enough to remember rotary-dial phones.