More and more blooms appear on the trees, at the base of trees, along sidewalks and paths, in my dreams. The blossoms that cover the trees are edged with brown, the cold and wind having their way, though not in an unkind way, just in a well, this is what sometimes happens sort of way. If I … Continue reading enough

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She tells me she has a Norman Rockwell picture in her mind.  A picture of family gathered round, everything and everyone cozy, food abundant and delicious, a picture that is perfect.  The picture is not her own (it’s Norman Rockwell’s) (it’s one you might see on social media).  I tell her our Thanksgiving wasn’t Norman Rockwell either.  It was … Continue reading all in