A Variation on Vows
A Variation on Vows Guests arrive for the celebration. Neat wrappings wait to lay crinkled. Pressed formals hang in garment bags, not knowing their fate.
True Connections
A Look Back — I was eleven when I trudged up the hill, pulling my five-year old brother, Dave, on the snow sled.
The Cleaving
Mom sat across the table, picking at her chef’s salad. “Will you shave my head when my hair starts falling out?” she asked.
