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Broken Arms
He would only let me, and me alone sign both casts, bent at the elbows. Read more
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The Corsage
Wonder how a bird of paradise and a gardenia would look as a corsage? Read more
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Pancakes or Waffles
Knife wounds were rare with pancakes and waffles, but twin boys made anything possible. Read more
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Rite of Passage Revisited
Like a crystal ball it held secrets, but another puff took another tuft. Read more
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The Bard Wasn’t Impressed
I had surmised that Shakespeare was no angel. Read more
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The Homeplace
In homage to the forestIts heavy shadowsDeep and darkGreener than green,even when the sun is brightand the begonias bloom deep red.Bits of grass, spindly and fine, grow around the river of moss in dotsLike cattails before they’re cutThe bells of the foxglove ring and ring and ringWhen the air moves soft electric Blue Morning glories…
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La Bouquet
It looked like somebody made wedding bouquets and needed my blue and white bloomers.

