When my 92-year old mother died two months ago she left a house with four bedrooms, a large sewing room, a large laundry-storage room, an attic, a barn, a large storage shed, and a cat. The cat quickly joined the herd at my brother’s…

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Nothing says spring to me like forsythia blossoms. New beginnings. Having just finished my latest interim, I now lift the pen–or rather, press the keys–to write. Stay tuned.

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