I’ve been fifty-five for a little over a week now. Rounding this corner, finding myself squarely in the long-shadowed afternoon…
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Still hard, and more beautiful than ever
Iwas outside at dawn this morning, as I’ve been most days this summer. Standing in the wet grass, watching the…
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A duet with a friend — and some good winter soup
I practiced a visualization all through last winter, one I returned to again and again as I sat alone writing…
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Oprah doesn’t want me anymore
I didn’t think it would hurt, to be rejected by a magazine. But, at age 54, I guess I should…
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I Want to Remember
I want to remember waking from the soft flannel nest of sleep beside my husband, pulling on warm clothes and…
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A Wedding Anniversary
Twenty-five years ago last week, my husband and I were married in this small church in Maine before fifty friends…
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