The perfect mother

The perfect mother

I’m anchored to a familiar perch, a red stool at our kitchen bar.  It’s one of my favorite writing spots, overlooking a squirrel’s playground every day and a bunny sanctuary on my luckiest days. She rounds the kitchen corner in a burst of morning...

Serendipity

Finding a four-leaf clover confers an odd sense of accomplishment to me.  Its quad of verdant hearts enchants my own. Imagine the delight, then, when along a sizzling 3 1/2-mile power walk I discover not one but an entire elfin bouquet– Seven four-leaf...

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