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“I live two blocks from where I grew up” Flamingo Drive was actually a spacious culdesac formed by a semi-circle of unique houses, built in the fifties, landscaped with birds of paradise, red bottle-brush bushes, and roses. Giant magnolia, pine, and palm trees shaded the yards. As if fringe on a blanket the cement driveways […]

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The phone rings. It’s a face-time call from my daughter Julie. As I slide my finger over the pulsating arrow, a broken angel comes into view. I say, “oh no, did this one end up in a squabble too?” “Mom, are you attached to this angel?” It’s been living on my mantle for about twenty […]