General Writing

  1. My Christmas Tree

    Somehow my Christmas tree bends to two o'clock, but blessedly, it is a gift. Last evening my tree became our tree as my almost adult children came to my home and decorated the small mess of 'tree top' at best. We dined on the meal I prepared; the first time I have cooked in a very long time. The food alone seemed to make them happy. I had a wreath, a gift from a friend, that needed a hook for hanging on my apartment door. Earlier I had seen a neighbor and asked where she had...
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