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(Here I am around age 5 with two of my first kittens. It was always love at first sight.) Instinct led her to lift the small mewing creature with pin-prick paws to her chest, pressing it close to where her own heart beat. And instinct bade the poor kitten...
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The wood is slow to burn this morning, reluctant and stubborn. Leaning into the stove’s metal mouth, I draw deep breaths and exhale with force in a steady rhythm. This must be how God hovered over the still body formed from the earth, the slow, stubborn dust pressed...
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She never wore red, although it was her favorite color. But when she died, her coffin was draped with red roses, soft as velvet. And so in the end, dressed in a soft pink housecoat, she wore red and I stood over her casket in black with a red leather purse...
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He gave me a red stone. A ruby pendant dangled, round and full like a pomegranate, wrapped in the Sunday comics, the only colored pages in the midst of stories told in black and white. “I thought you’d like it,” he said, and I did....
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This December presented the opportunity to fulfill a life-long secret dream of being a florist as I worked at a dear friend’s flower farm for a few days. The first day was spent cutting Eucalyptus branches and “greening” a series of lovely...
