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Tag Archives: memories
Moving from one home to another can be highly stressful, even at the best of times. Will everything fit in the new house? What do you take with you? What do you leave behind? When I was a little … Continue reading
Originally posted on Storyshucker:
“I wanted to tap my heels together three times in that bakery!” the woman said as she sat down beside me for the flight back home to Virginia. I glanced at her feet expecting ruby slippers.…
I am truly honored that Victor Dolore has agreed to guest post for me today. Please join me in welcoming the good doctor to Cordelia’s Mom’s house: _________________________________________ THE LOST NOTES By Victo Dolore My grandmother’s spinet piano sat … Continue reading