Gardening has grown to be so many things for me: an art form, a story, a memory, a solace, and more...
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Making my Mother’s Day garden
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Finding “Fifty”
Years after they were both gone, passed away, I found this small, simple thing that brought us back together.
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The Big Day
I never wanted to repeat what she did. I never wanted wanted to be more afraid of knowing than not, or let my fear stop me.
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Jack’s Place
In my possession I have an unusual memento, a family heirloom I’d bet few other people can lay claim to: my father’s bust. And I don’t mean his bosom. What I am referring to is …
