Disclaimer to all my friends reading right now believing this title has something to do with a romantic life I’ve kept from you this summer. Not. No clandestine, torrid affair consuming all my time. It was family love. Every senior is one fall away from disaster. Or perhaps it’s all of us. At age 88,…
Read More“Rannie, can you get my purse for me?” My mom asks. I am nine years old. This is my nickname and a request I hear often. It is Saturday morning and time to go downtown for the weekly groceries. I fetch mom’s purse from the front closet, like an obedient Golden Retriever. It’s heavy. My…
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Welcome to my introductory blog post at my new site! I am thrilled to have a space to share my creative non-fiction, personal essay, and memoir musings – my source of energy, renewal, catharsis, and creativity. In my youngest years, I loved language arts, as it was called back in the 70’s, shining in public…
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