At Last

Whenever I get ready to move, I go through my writing. I think it’s a response to moving to the unknown. (I start writing more, too—perhaps a good strategy to keep myself writing regularly is to habitually experience new things . . . )

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The Walk Home

Brownies, Girl Scouts, youth groups, teachers, my junior high principal. It always seemed like wherever there were kids; at least a few of the adults were “off”.

30 years later, my younger sister said she quit playing violin because Mr. Ross would feel her up during lessons.

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