The water shimmers baby blue beneath a blushing pink sky and it seems Bob and I are the only people on earth.
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Women in Black
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The Morning After
Sometimes you just have to reach for that box of shiny new colors.
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You, Me, The Atlantic
Now, more than ever, I needed to go home to Mother.
Fun with Dick and Jane followed: a secular version of worldly wisdom with pages splashed in pictures of apple-cheeked children under blue skies. I devoured my lessons, turning them over in my mind before I fell asleep at night, wondering which ones held the key to family harmony.
I turned sixty-six last week and thought, “With what I know now, I wish I’d been there for my twenty-year-old self.” Could I go back in time, I imagine our conversation would go something like this: (Twenty-year-old me) So, you’re me in 46 years, eh? (Sixty-six-year-old me) Yep I can almost see me in you. […]