Tag: death
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The oregano and the white rose
When we bought the house, I could envision the trash heap at the back door of our new home transformed into an herb garden. It wasn’t the first thing I attacked when we bought the house, the front needed more love, but it was on my list. The spring I planned to attack the herb garden…
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Pretty Julie is gone
When I was 15, my parents moved us to my 8th home. My parents stayed their for 34 years, so our neighbors became a part of our lives. For a period of time, our closest friends were our neighbors up the street. My sister, Mary, gained a best friend in Theresa, and our family gained…
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