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The Locals

There is a little shoreline town in Connecticut where many former New Yorkers live. The residents of this little town like to refer to it as a village. That term was started by one of the old-line realtors in her … Continue reading

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Bitter Herbs

My cousin Frannie said that her mother was the favorite child. Alana said in no uncertain terms that she was the favored grandchild. My brother told me one night that I was adopted and that’s why I’m the only one … Continue reading

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Dear Mom

Dear Mom…You were sure right about the foliage. The New Haven Green is ablaze with multi-colored trees and the constant changing hues made me want to draw or paint them so I bought a small colored pencil kit and have included a … Continue reading

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