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Humor Takes All

Hard to be cheery when you’re grieving. but what better way to heal, acting as if until you are. The little girls of the family renting my late friend Mimi’s apartment, made me roses out of pink Kleenex, their stems … Continue reading

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Why The Good Die Young

I’m in a bitchy mood. I just saw my late friend Nan’s husband on the avenue producing the same haunted question every time I see him. Why her and not him? I know that’s not nice, but you do have … Continue reading

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