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The Woman Who Danced Down the Grocery Aisle

The woman—dark hair with hints of auburn, the back scooped up in an invisible comb—dances down the aisle of the grocery store between the boxes of cereals and the baking goods. Pushing her cart, she sways to the store’s muzak, … Continue reading

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The Magic of Mother’s Music

When the goldenrod plumes beckon in the autumn season, my mother would pull the car to the side of the road and wade into a stranger’s pasture to gather an armful. I can still see her–standing at the sink, snipping … Continue reading

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