I inherited some of my grandmother’s valentine cards. I’m guessing they date back to the early 1900s, when she was a girl. The paperwork is intricately designed, and the red and white colors have somehow managed to keep their brilliance. But they are relics. No one wrote on them. I suppose that’s good, if you …
Ahh, the early morning hour: I awake to it, greeting it with a happy salute. It’s the perfect time to be alone, my favorite part of the day. At 4 a.m., no one is texting me, no one is calling. Even my two Schnauzers prefer to be left alone, curled up in a furry ball. …
The sound of the wiper blades—swish, swish, swish—is the only music in my car. Stopped at the red light on the way to my office, I anxiously wait to get warm, enveloped in the pre-dawn darkness. Ramping up the thermostat on my heater, I stare at the flashing lights’ reflection on the wet pavement in …
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