Six years later. A Saturday again. How different my life is now. Today, I am grateful to just feel sadness. An excerpt from my still-in-progress memoir: “On the morning of May 1st, I woke early. It was as crystalline a day as last year – the air fresh and full of spring smells, the light … Continue reading May 1st
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