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Bruised Apples (an analysis)

It had been decades since the sensation had hit me this hard, although I recognized it immediately.  I had just come out of the kitchen to join my sisters for morning coffee when, centered deep and low inside, the ache … Continue reading

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Ninety Years

At the advanced age of ninety, my father is stuck and discouraged.  Whenever I visit him, the litany of grievances about his physical health, medications, and the condition of his home must be rehashed.  He sees them as obstacles that … Continue reading

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