After All These Years Say Goodbye to Tiny Tears

On a shelf in my closet hidden in a white plastic bag are my dolls.  They’ve been in that bag on that shelf for seventeen years.  Before that, they were on another shelf in another closet for twelve years.  Before that?  Well, who knows.  They were probably in a box…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Nine, The Rest of the Trip

On Tuesday Sue and I head to Utica because there is a place there that does wine tasting and features wine from a local winery.  The entire time I lived in IllinoisI don’t think I was ever in the town of Utica unless it was to pass through to get…

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