Today my grandmother, “Gamma” to all of her grandkids and great-grandkids (19 of us in total, if I did my math correctly), passed away at 98 years old. I had a feeling that when I saw her at Christmas it would be our last time together and I think she did, too. She wasn’t one…
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This post brought to you by Luke’s pink eye* (and his long afternoon nap). I joined a writing group. Actually, I made a new friend (via Luke, like most of my new friends these days) and then I forced her to start a writing group and invite me to it. She is a a real writer…
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Brownstone to Bungalow 