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Sixteen months in,
well, I still work
from my basement,
We women of certain age have seen some things. But we don’t always tell. We tuck lessons learned into our
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I wrote this piece the day after the attack on the Capitol. May we always overcome, and may we never forget the fragility of peace.
When I remember you,
I want you to remember me,
not as I am now, but how it used to be,
through the narrow opening of time,
That afternoon we lost our way on the Appalachian Trail:
November, and an inexplicable wind picked up,
It has been too long/since I’ve felt an infant’s cheek
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It’s absurd, this deafening ring, as if I’d put my ear by an air raid call, let the sound in,