My mother’s love of gardening passed on to her children, including me. In my mind's eye, I could see the trash heap at the back door of our new home transformed into an herb garden. To be fair, the rock that stuck up at the back door might lead many to think it was unusable. … Continue reading The oregano and the white rose
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Pretty Julie is gone
When I was 15, my parents moved us to my 8th home. My parents stayed their for 34 years, so our neighbors became a part of our lives. For a period of time, our closest friends were our neighbors up the street. My sister, Mary, gained a best friend in Theresa, and our family gained … Continue reading Pretty Julie is gone
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