My mother loved hearts. She had heart pins and heart boxes and heart PJs and heart picture frames and heart mugs and heart sweatshirts and hearts on her hats and socks and notepads. A lot of corny stuff and things that seemed geared toward Pottery Barn tweens. But she also had them on her goodContinue reading “Love is a Funny Thing”
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Love Hurts
Recently I was in a library. You know the scene. Paper rustling, old cushioned chairs, an indestructible rug, hushed voices, overhead air blowing, throats clearing, necks cracking, lots of wooden shelves and cubbies and tables, pale-faced librarians smiling shhhhh. I was going to go to Starbucks but then the library beckoned. There wasn’t green iced teaContinue reading “Love Hurts”
Road Trip
We left on a Saturday morning, the traffic light and the clouds dark. My 17-year old daughter rode shot-gun with the snack bag standing ready and a few CDs she recently uncovered like artifacts from my past, Billy Joel, The Stranger and David Gray, White Ladder. We were leaving Rhode Island up 146 North toContinue reading “Road Trip”
In the Chair 