Our first apartment was this great little space, loaded with character and charm. Though we have lived in many different homes over the past twenty seven years, that first place may have been the greatest, at least where uniqueness was considered... We had moved in, in May. The carved wood french style front doors sat [...]
Tag: september
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It was the September of my 20th year when the combination of feel and scent in the air took me back, ala' movie montage moment, to so many Septembers past. High school Septembers, Jr. High autumn evenings. Flooding, internally, from one to the next. When I was thirteen, I declared I would one day have [...]
