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(3) I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO PLEASE THAT WOMAN.
Au g ust
3, 1965 Cohasset, Mass. Diary entry by Miette
                                                                          I've
been called a lot of names in my day (Termite, Mouse, Insect, Runt), but my master's
mother has come up with a new one that...
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(9) A GHOST IT IS THAT FOLLOWS HIM AND SETTLES AT HIS SIDE.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Rendezvou...
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(9) A GHOST IT IS THAT FOLLOWS HIM AND SETTLES AT HIS SIDE.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Rendezvou...
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(8) THEY SAY MY ILLUSIONS ARE MANY; THEY SMILE AT THE THINGS I BELIEVE.
                                                         BRINGING UP MOTHER                                                                                                                            
My children don't purposely pain me.                     ...
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(22) JAN KEPT GASPING AT WHAT MY FRIEND HAD TO GO THROUGH.
1-7-08 From Margo re Alzheimer's Disease       My mother told me the World
Trade Center had been attacked and I did not believe her. I thought that she
was befuddled, confused. Then, to all our horror, we found out she was right.       Then there was that p...
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(21) SHE WAILED OVER THE TRAGEDY ALL THOSE DECADES AGO
Jan ‘s apartment is dark, except for a sliver of
daylight between the draperies. “Let’s open these so we can see what we’re
doing.” My sister is sitting on her sofa in the white
cardigan. The sleeves do not look huge. They are not too long. They end at her
...
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(21) SHE WAILED OVER THE TRAGEDY ALL THOSE DECADES AGO
Jan ‘s apartment is dark, except for a sliver of
daylight between the draperies. “Let’s open these so we can see what we’re
doing.” My sister is sitting on her sofa in the white
cardigan. The sleeves do not look huge. They are not too long. They end at her
...
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(21) SHE WAILED OVER THE TRAGEDY ALL THOSE DECADES AGO
Jan ‘s apartment is dark, except for a sliver of
daylight between the draperies. “Let’s open these so we can see what we’re
doing.” My sister is sitting on her sofa in the white
cardigan. The sleeves do not look huge. They are not too long. They end at her
...
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(20) RAY SAID HE WOULD BE MY FRIEND TO THE END OF HIS DAYS.
“How did the visit with Linda go?” I ask. “I knew that after their long drive someone was
going to need the bathroom, so I put one of those new rolls you gave me on the
holder. Sure enough, that’s what Tiffany wanted the minute they got here. I
hate to thin...
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(19) WE RELAPSED INTO OUR OLD FEUDING SELVES
         My sister and I have consecutive
appointments at Cohasset Family Health. I introduce Jan to my friend, nurse
practitioner, Patti Koziel. “Patti,” she says, shaking Janeth’s
hand. She checks my vital signs, looks in my ears after I take the hearing ...
(19) WE RELAPSED INTO OUR OLD FEUDING SELVES
(19) WE RELAPSED INTO OUR OLD FEUDING SELVES
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