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The woman in the hospital bed hadn’t spoken for days. She would neither eat nor drink. She was concentrating on the difficult work of dying. Fiona arrived in the morning, her arms full of daffodils. […]
The woman in the hospital bed hadn’t spoken for days. She would neither eat nor drink. She was concentrating on the difficult work of dying. Fiona arrived in the morning, her arms full of daffodils. […]
The festive Yuletide table with flowers, bayberry candles, and crackers It was Sister Dear who christened our house “Barky Manor,” because we nearly always had a dog or two running about. […]
Barky Manor in its heyday (2007) A few years ago I wrote an essay titled “The Weirdness of Planning for Extreme Old Age,” in which I described our ill-fated attempt to move to a retirement […]
“But, mom–” Laurie Russell stared at her mother in dismay. “Didn’t we make a bargain on your birthday last month that if I gave you the cellphone of your dreams, you would do a huge […]
Her looks were unusual: was she really who she seemed to be? The wind was high that gray December afternoon as we passengers stood obediently in line to board the jet from Dulles Airport […]
Cross-grained Lara seemed bent on self-destruction until two unlikely rescuers intervened Fierce 2+
Aylwin thought she had all the answers—until the Goddess showed her otherwise All seemed well in the orchard that morning and in the woods beyond. Walking from the Big House through the […]
Was she a bear—or something more? She was dreaming in the cave, with the cubs snuggled against her broad chest. They dreamed together while outside the wind swept snow pellets through the trees and the […]
Jack, left, and Don, right in 1939 Tradition says that anyone born within the sound of Bow bells is a true Cockney. My husband Don certainly qualifies on that score: he was born at Lambeth, […]
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