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Gnomes and Ghosts and Other Things

We went on a road trip with our friends Kit and Beverly and spent two nights in a pair of Airstream trailers. The one Monte and I stayed in was like a tin can, its interior metal walls left mostly bare except for … Continue reading

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Harbor of Grace

Peering at the rain-smeared night through the windows of the airport bus makes me feel the way I used to feel in the 1970s when I was a girl in my twenties sitting on Greyhound buses, lost and confused, maybe a … Continue reading

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In Wales

We are in a cozy room in an old farmhouse in Wales, and I sit in front of the fire and close my eyes, lulled by the music of a conversation I’m not quite following. People talk softly here, sometimes … Continue reading

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Still Running With The Wolves

The picture to the left is from a card that arrived in the mail the other day from my old friend C. She figured it would remind me of the two of us walking together down Michigan Avenue in the … Continue reading

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