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noun: A solitary wanderer I think of you when I learn this wordfor a solitary wanderer, for onewho hikes alone— though your routes often find youon familiar trails, though you sometimeshave company on your sojourns. But you’ve covered so many … Continue reading →

Before I heard the news, on my wayhome from Tuesday morning exercise,I drove by the cemetery and turned in, not really thinking that I’d pay you a visit.But something steered me to the curbjust inside the gate, propelled me out … Continue reading →

became your favorite phrase,especially when you two traveledthe world, strangers showing upto guide you, she, driving, preferring to get lost,to happen upon the happenstance,you, capable co-pilot, navigating. This is how it is with best friends,women who understand each other,particularly the … Continue reading →

Near the end of the moneyshe gives a dollar to the manon the corner with a signasking politely, and, returning to her car,silver on the groundwinks at her. She picks it up,richer.

When did she tuck it away withthe pink jacket and hat? And didGrandma and Grandpa buy itfor their first granddaughter? It seems like the ancestor ofevery frilly dress they boughtfor us two girls with ruffledpetticoats, though all that remains is … Continue reading →

Not only the planet, ravaged as it isby humanity since humans firststalked the joint like they owned it,lording their two-footednessover all others, but also the ubiquitous five-and-dimesvanished in the waning momentsof the last century, birds that used toreliably sing the … Continue reading →

I looked it up: 33% to 42% of peoplegive nicknames to their cars, with40% of younger drivers doing so. We Boomers not so much. Exceptthat I have three close female friendsin my age group who’ve named their rides—all quite cleverly. … Continue reading →

We are all ancestors in training.—Francis Weller Whaddya mean, you didn’t know there was a class?The whole freepin’ thing’s a class, for heaven’s sake. And we do mean “for heaven’s sake.” That’s why you’re here.On Earth. In a body. You’re … Continue reading →

I knew I’d been losing them for years,dropping them like fall leaves hereand there, there and here. But I never imagined they’d appearin the little square cigar box that long agosat in my closet with other childhood belongings, consigned by … Continue reading →

Ripe and ready, one of her offspringwears a scar, which is not surprising. Even the young among us acquireboo-boos, which, if we are lucky, heal nicely as our growing selveslengthen and thicken. The early scars are joined by later ones,just … Continue reading →