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When I was forty-one, I was laid off from my corporate job at Hewlett-Packard. It was the cushy kind of job with benefits—health care and…

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The beginning of love fades as the decades wear tracks in the ruts of habits formed and habits broken, Greetings that used to be enthusiastic,…

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The first time Susan set foot on the ranch, she took immediate delight in how the earth felt beneath the soles of her well-heeled Western…

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I thought then that if only we could be in the doctor's office. Help, help, I wanted to scream (and maybe did), why can't his…

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When I was forty-one, I was laid off from my corporate job at Hewlett-Packard. It was the cushy kind of job with benefits—health care and…

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"I couldn't do it again," Sheila said. "You could," Jack answered. "Well, I wouldn't do it again," Sheila said. "It was too scary." Sheila didn't…

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While walking down the trail today I heard the gorgeous sounds of a flute floating through the trees. At first, I thought I was imagining…

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August, 1971. We pack our belongings, which fit in a small u-haul. We have our papers, or, more accurately, mine. My husband revs up the…

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The beginning of love fades as the decades wear tracks in the ruts of habits formed and habits broken, Greetings that used to be enthusiastic,…

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On Sunday night, my boyfriend Savoy and I sat in the living room, aka kitchen, aka bedroom all warm and cozy watching a show on…

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The first time Susan set foot on the ranch, she took immediate delight in how the earth felt beneath the soles of her well-heeled Western…

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"It's a life of art," he said. His meaning was not clear to Carolina. "Ted, is this an art-filled life, or is life so beautiful…

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The Detroit Women Writers (as it was then known--now the Detroit Working Writers, including men) used to run a conference at Oakland University in Rochester,…

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I'm waiting five miles from anywhere down a dirt road in the Sonoran Desert. It's cold and dark. Only the blush of light to the…

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He’s late again, Fiddling with the frayed laces Of his hiking boots, Collecting his camera equipment Ever-so-slowly, deliberately. I wait outside the house — Our…

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