No limits, reasonably.

             Our message arrived as a jumbled mess.  I’ve been thinking about it all day, trying to sort the words and feelings into some kind of cohesive expression.              What I saw and felt was a mixture of how we’re all very different and we’re […]

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Falling On My Head Like A Melody.

            During all the many times my sister endured chemo therapy (and let me just say here that “therapy” is SO the wrong word in that phrase) she collected gobs of hats.  Never wigs, but plenty of hats.  I have several of them, around The Burrow, some place (a few I gave to her and those came back).  In […]

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