I try out for a team that demands gymnastic skills. I do a handstand, shocked by my ability and strength. I’m told to hold this position, as though I am an antenna tuned into an important station.
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I arranged glass canning jars on the wooden shelves in the cellar to please my eye—apricots between red cherries and crimson tomatoes, purple red plums next to pink tinged peaches. A rainbow of jams filled the higher
Read more →“Who do you want to see more than anyone?” my husband Vic asked in an excited voice. It was unusual for him to call from his office in the middle of a work day. “I don’t know,”
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