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the hardest words.

here is the next part of my memoir, “from death to peace”… Luggage in my hands, butterflies in my stomach, and my heart racing, I slowly walked up the stairs onto our tiny front porch, grabbed the shiny gold door knob, and pushed the…

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just kids.

 my new bedside table buddies: patti smith & robert mapplethrope.  i am so into memoirs/biographies these days. perhaps because i am truly attempting to write one myself. and what better way to get into mine (other than writing) than by reading others’  contributions to…

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