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My grandmother had only one great love — as she used to say: “I loved my mother, my husband, my […]

If I had heard this story under different circumstances, I might have laughed. Now, I can only make light of

It was a peaceful afternoon. Finally, I had silence — hot coffee, a tidy house, and my dog — my

Hi! I’m the anxious friend from the posts about the oven that wasn’t cleaned before its first use, the one