In his absence, Bob’s world was unalterably changed—torn up and rearranged.
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You, Me, The Atlantic
Now, more than ever, I needed to go home to Mother.
If you had asked me even a year before could I see myself living in the American South, I would have shaken my head.
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Stopover
“Nostalgia is a funny thing,” I said, looking at the flowers I’d forgotten to give to my friend, Ann, “Kind of like these limp roses.” We were standing on a weathered pier, looking out at the grey water of York River, trying to conjure up a connection with this place we had so often visited […]
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Moonlighting
Our second May post ended up over at Two Brauds Abroad: Eating Like a Local Around the World