The ring’s been on my finger over 50 years. When he gave it to me, I was afraid it would slide off and I’d lose it because my finger was so slim, so small. It’s kind of grown onto me now. Putting it on or off takes some planning and a jar of hand cream. […]
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A steaming cup of coffee warmed my hands. My husband lifted his tiny Italian espresso cup in salute. Outside the patio doors, cement like layers of snow-ice, shone so bright, we squinted as we chatted. Scenes played out in my mind, a head-throbbing jumble of news reports and political shouting. It mixed with my morning […]
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