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We know so little when we dream of perfect years and happy children

My “nature hunger” was finally, finally being satiated. I blossomed

It took a long bath and a lot of soothing before my son was clean, calm, and coherent enough to explain

In the vintage ring I found, I seek an echo of my life   When I first saw the ring at the vintage sale, it was buried in a pile of gold trinkets. The garnet stone was so hidden, no light could catch it. “What do you think about this one?” I asked my sister.

   Then I see the large white envelope, and I’m transported to a winter day some 15 years ago   It’s time to tackle the storage closet. There’s a layer of dust on the uppermost shelves; it’s been collecting there for two years now. I keep procrastinating. I know I’ll need to discard half the

“Mommy,” she whispered, “do you remember you sang me this song after my operation?”