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A Blog of Sorts

My Mother

It has been three months since my mother died. Some days I feel like I should still call her, ask her about something, see how she’s doing. Other days it’s just an overwhelming sense of

My neighbor gave me a homemade bluebird house many years ago. Its first tenants were squirrels who tried to gnaw a bigger hole so that they could easily secure housing. After reinforcing that hole with

A Blog of Sorts

Banana Bread Ancestry

My Mother

First Bluebirds of Spring