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My mother’s mouth was always tight. I don’t know, but I guess that that was where she held on- for dear life I’d add. Really, so many kids, so many bills, a husband out of work, a huge house, readjusting … Continued

Winter yoga

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I’m looking at a scene of pure white splendor—that’s what snow does—it blankets the past in a blinding beauty. All the mud and crud: the leaves I never got around to raking, the straggling weeds I didn’t pull, the floppy … Continued