Dad’s Last Garden by Patricia Wellingham-Jones
My brilliant and balding father had interests tending to the cerebral but in those years when my...
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My brilliant and balding father had interests tending to the cerebral but in those years when my...
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his only daughter was his son when she was his little girl she knew baseball football basketball...
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They were the Ladies of the Lake, Annette, Fran and Eulah. Their collective history at Otsego Lake...
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In the grassy lot, July sun pours golden heat over a gazillion rambunctious kids dressed in...
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The little girl in a red shirt led me straight to her Thicket, stood outside its shrouded door,...
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