Right Now, there are kind strangers walking through my apartment talking about moving in. Today other kind strangers bought my orange chairs. It feels like everyone is taking a small part of me away, even[…]
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Category: Moving
Piles | The Onslaught of Change
I’m getting rid of so much of it, and I don’t consider myself a “stuff” gal. I’m not a clothes horse, I make regular excursions[…]
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Nana | The Tough Goodbye, Atlanta
Hours ago, I sat across from Nana and told her. “Nana, I have to tell you something bad and I know you are not going to want to hear it.” Her eyebrows lowered, her face[…]
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