![]() ![]() ![]() In doing so, I came across a box of old notebooks and a folder, inside of which was the four-page handwritten story I wrote in fourth or fifth grade, the first complete story I ever wrote. Which is how I found myself in the garage, going through boxes of things, looking to see what could be tossed or sold. Other than the rocks and shells and sea glass my mother collects, and which I bring her from whichever locale, near or far, I happen to visit over the course of a year, she is determined to get rid of pretty much everything else in the house. This past weekend, I went home to visit my parents for Mother’s Day. ![]()
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