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  • A Caution for Parents

    That something lived beneath my bedwas simply not the question."That thing is all inside your head,"was Mama's stern suggestion. But then one evening while she frownedbeside the bed and lectured,it grabbed her ankles, pulled her down,as I had long conjectured.… Continue reading

  • When I Lost My Parents

    When I lost my parents(as in death, not in the grocery store)I questioned the purposeof their life's creative output:    my mother's needlework;    my father's woodworking;    my mothers hand-written, stained recipe cards;    my father's watercolor paintings of… Continue reading