My parents were hard workers. Day after day they rose early, turned on the radio and made coffee in the silver percolator (my father), set out my breakfast and my bagged lunch (my mother), and …Read More →
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Nearly a year ago, when I was feeling stuck in certain areas of my life, a woman advised me to plant a tree.
“Something’s amiss in your roots,” she said. Maybe so. But I live in …Read More →
Last month I went home for a visit: a happy occasion, my niece’s wedding. I survived the long flight and dove into familial waters again after an absence of several years. It …Read More →
Recently I spent an afternoon with a woman who had been introduced to me by a mutual friend. She had a naturally tanned face lined like a rural map, bright blue eyes, a long single …Read More →