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Empty nest
The older I get, the more life resembles my childhood, and with all this free time, I am returning to familiar pastimes. Painting, plants, ...
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My Greatest Joy, my biggest failure On January 11, 1982, 9:00 a.m., in a room full of hippies, I gave birth to a beautiful boy, Chandis Ad... -
Adam Sun was my rock. He was a daily, joyous, presence. I miss his phone calls and his excited and cheerful personality. My son is dancing... -
Since the murder of my kitten, Lucky in 1966, I have been morbidly curious about death. In my dark bedroom I imagined laying in a coffin,...
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