“Gold Dust Woman”

Parked on the side of a four lane street in West Springfield, MA across from a row of moderately kept apartment buildings, our station wagon tries to occupy the time of a young boy no more than five and two young girls approximately seven and three.  The two girls play around in the third row... Continue Reading →

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Riding the waves.

When the pain first set in it felt like someone was building a wall, not around me, but directly over my entire body. My feet were cemented in place so that I could not move from the crew of builders stacking brick after brick, laying layers and layers of mortar across my legs, then up... Continue Reading →

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