Now, Lily won’t come. She won’t come out. She’s standing on her head. She rolling over and over in the womb. Her brothers poke at their mother’s stomach. She won’t come out. …continue reading
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Jan
16
2017
We all have firsts in our lives. Our first Christmas, first day of school, first job, first child, first day of retirement, first grandchild’s PreSchool Graduation. These are all memorable, in their own way, and now I have a new first: my very first Elder Hostel (aka Road Scholar.) …continue reading Jan
01
2017
I wrote this 16 years ago, in the spring of 2000, the spring when my mother died and when my daughter graduated from high school. I get emotional re-reading it. (And editors note: I cheated and used a picture from her wedding, not her graduation. – But the guy in the picture is the same guy that was twirling her over his head in this article.) …continue reading |
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