Wearing my mother’s jacket

My mother's closet was as fastidious as she - blazers on one side, slacks on the other, and on the shelf, rows of purses and hats (floppy Florida hats, the pinker, the better.)  Most everything carried a designer label. After mom's memorial service, the women of the family had eyes for her closet. I was... Continue Reading →

Calling All Introverts

I am an introvert.  Shy from day one.  An 8th grade report card said I was an "enigma" - which I had to look up  (not  a compliment).  If class participation was factored into a grade, I was destined for C's. As functioning adults, we introverts don't have the option of being selectively mute. Our... Continue Reading →

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