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Where Two Worlds Meet
The zucchini bread was baked by your big sister, using your recipe. The tiny loaves were lovingly placed in 50 clear bags, along with a copy of the recipe, a package of tissues, a recent and adorable photo of you with your little dog, and a meditation by Henry Scott Holland, entitled “Death is Nothing at All”. Holding one of those bags, I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Ocean City, New Jersey with your big brother (my husband), tissues in my hand as I gaze out onto the boardwal
Anne Smith
2 days ago
A Fulcrum for Stick Figures
Hello, Everybody- I promised you from the outset that I would refrain from writing about depressing and ugly topics. We all know about the duality of human existence: “One season following another, laden with happiness and tears” (from the classic song, “Sunrise, Sunset” in the 1964 Broadway musical, Fiddler on the Roof). Like all of you, I could string together moments from my life in the last year and it would be a numbing juxtaposition of happiness and tears; amazing vacat
Anne Smith
Jul 14
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