Gardening in the City

When I was a teenager, my mother asked me to help her in the garden with weeding as part of my contribution to family life. Chores were bad enough, but weeding was about the worst on any Saturday. Chores were a part of being a member of the household and I did my share, unless […]

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Nine Eleven

11 September 2001: 1:45PM: On the road between Alltyblaca and Cribyn, just where the road curves and dips into a wooded glen, I am crying. For no reason. This has happened before and will happen a few years later, but today, I am overwhelmed with sorrow and desolation. When I reach my office at Theatr […]

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