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1986: I met my forever Valentine

I was sitting in the back room at Marg's tea house, a converted bungalow where we could hide out and smoke without worry of getting busted by prefects or teachers. Marg, the wizened old lady (she was probably my age now 🤣🤣🤣) would run to the back room and warn us so we could scurry… Continue reading 1986: I met my forever Valentine

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A Lesson in Grief

A year ago this week, my mother lost her husband. They had been married less than five years but they made the absolute most of every minute they had together. Theirs was a great love story. Joe was a special person. Sometimes people say that to be nice after someone dies, but he was truly… Continue reading A Lesson in Grief