Tag Archives: Anne Goodwin

Beyond the tipping point

We stowed the first one under the rose bush; Mike swore the blooms that year were the best he’d ever grown. We dismantled the swing to bury the second, the kids too fixated on their screens to care. But I … Continue reading

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Silver Bangles

From tipping the restaurant waiter to scouting out the habitats of his country’s most exotic plants, the delightful Alphonse seemed content to carry all our obligations on his scraggy shoulders. At the end of an internal flight, we didn’t even … Continue reading

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