Sifting under strawberry vines each week, I lift their long, leafy tendrils with god knows what on the end. Various shapes, colors, and stages of rottenness, or not. I’d planted…
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Had the stairwell been crowded like it usually is, I might not have noticed. But the afternoon before campus closed for Thanksgiving most of the students had already gone, stricken…
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My two year old goddaughter and I in conversation. So Baby, I see that you are eating strawberries. S’wberrriiies! You’re so cute. Exactly, strawberries. So, we are going to…