On The Water

I hear thunder coming. I knew it would. An hour ago, I sat at the water’s edge, looking past the mouth of the Rappahannock into the Chesapeake Bay beyond. A wonderful strong, humid breeze was sweeping the wisps of my gossamer hair across my sticky face, and I repeatedly swept them from my eyes. I…

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Vivre La Difference… Maybe

You know the old saying, “Some of my best friends are ….” It sounds trite, but since I was a little pre-school tike, some of my best friends were boys or men. So, despite how this rant of sorts sounds, I am not a man-hater. I am a 72-year-old widow who can look in the…

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