Monthly Archives: December 2015

On Camphor Trees

Posted on December 3, 2015 by sputterpub

Its graceful shape appears ahead of me: a rearing solid trunk of grayish brown, with textured yellow-green as canopy, as if a living pillar wore a crown. It seems a link from sidewalk to the sky, or something placed as … Continue reading →

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Our Special Friend

Posted on December 2, 2015 by sputterpub

Not. That was our first clue that Margaret might be a keeper. She was the only child therapist who did NOT claim to be my boy’s special friend. Which is kind of ironic, because she was so effective that we … Continue reading →

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The Mom

Posted on December 1, 2015 by sputterpub

When I was young, I thought you had no life except to shop and clean and give us food. You did for Dad the duties of a wife and somewhat more, with your impatient mood, and for we three that … Continue reading →

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