I’m not your tomboy or your tiny dancer either.
The first person to call me a tomboy was Cathy Lidisky. “Me and Sandy are tomboys, aren’t we?” she said, as if sure of my agreement. We were in sixth […]
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The Long Farewell
I thought about you today. I always do when it rains. You would appreciate the fact that the little sensor that detects rainwater on the windshield of a car and […]
Just a moment, please….
There are moments in our lives. Moments that naturally separate themselves, falling away from the thousands of others, standing out like a scarlet leaf fluttering brightly in the memory. At […]
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