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My Mother was Facebook

When my mother died, it was like a sudden internet outage. Like being caught in a tunnel. Suddenly there were no updates on the saga of my first cousin’s new job, no updates on my brother’s travel itinerary. It was as if the service was gone and the towers had been knocked down. Continue reading

Old is new again

I got my year end summary and realized that I only posted 25 times last year. That is just sad. Will try to do better this year. While doing holiday cleaning, I found a poem on the floor. It’s old. I can tell by the yellow paper, but what I can’t tell is if it … Continue reading

Dance!

The white spring flowers awaken my memories of dancing through life.

fleeting memories

Blown across the ground, Remnant of summer gone by, A butterfly wing.