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Remembering the Girl I Used to Be
Although many light years have passed, the girl I used to be still visits occasionally. She infiltrates my day dreams on quiet car rides and some nights she flickers before my eyes just…
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My Second Mother
I lost my second mother two weeks ago. And no matter how old Rosemary was (91), somehow it seemed too soon. We had made plans to visit my first best friend Paula,…
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Last Will and Testament
My mother was a booklover and never without a volume on her aproned lap when she waited for the Sunday roast to finish cooking. Books, magazines, newspapers, even pamphlets overflowed every flat surface…
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On the Fifth Day of a Feminine Christmas
As a lullaby, I often sang “Away in a Manger” to my daughter and not just at Christmas. It was the only song I could sing on key and the melody is slow…
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Bright April (or Fringed Placemats)
“It’s a book about Girl Scouts”, said the book dealer as I lightly turned the pages of Bright April, a children’s book by Marguerite de Angeli. “Actually, it’s a book about diversity”, I…
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A Golden Fall
I got a lucky break one early fall morning when a working mother from a nearby town called to see if I was available to watch her two little girls everyday. It was…
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Paperdoll Worlds
I loved paperdolls as a child. I thought they were the most precious things. My mother tore out Betsy McCall’s page from her monthly McCall’s magazine for me and I spent many afternoons…
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Consolation
In high school, I wanted to be a cheerleader more than anything. I adored the uniforms: black and orange wool skirts with wide pleats, cozy crewneck letter sweaters, black socks and saddle shoes. I especially…
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The Lovely Long Ago
As pretty as it is, this illustration instantly brought stinging tears to my eyes. My daughter used to meet me at the door every night, our cat Buddy in her arms. And surely…
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All Things Ballet
I have long been drawn to all things ballet – afterall, I had my first lesson at age three. I loved my black leather ballet slippers – the wrinkled toes tightened with thin grosgrain ties…
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Fairy Tales
One Christmas, I received a sweet little teddy bear. Baby blue and soft, it had a wee golden turnkey on its back and when wound, elicited a charming tinkling version of Lara’s Theme from the film Dr.…
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What dreams may come…
A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened. ~Albert Camus…
