Tag Archives: Miss Manners

Misty Memories

“Memory — fragile, hazy-bright, miraculous, was to them the spark of life itself, and nearly every sentence of theirs began with some appeal to it . . . .” — Donna Tartt, The Little Friend One of my sons joined … Continue reading

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Stumbling Over and Over

Many people have gathered that I’ve been away from my computer and from recreational writing for the longest interval ever (since a daughter set me up with this fortuitously idiot-proof blog). I’ll begin at the end. I moved this week. … Continue reading

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