* * * first morning bleak sky iceblue streaked gray with the promise of snow standing on the deck above the driveway i could see six or seven adjoining yards…
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Image Credit: Amy Touchette To My Fourteen-Year-Old Self You were in luck; you were saved. You were in the ambulance. Under the buzzing, white-hot gaze of the overhead…
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The last time I belonged there, I straddled the steam hissing off the asphalt with my right foot on the curb at Charlotte Douglas International and my left on the rubber mat…