March

It hadn’t occurred to me until someone at work brought it to my attention that this winter has been going on for eleven years. I said, “That

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Mary Dear

It snowed that afternoon. Heavy, wet flakes pelted my coat on my walk down the sloping drive toward Cleveland Avenue. By the time I got to the

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Silverheels

It was my mom’s first marriage proposal. At eight, she was the ­older woman. George was only six. After hasty consideration, Mom turned him down.

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Cold

The midnight sky is bright with the light of new snow. Rooftops have gone missing...

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March

it is impossible to miss the red bird the only ember alive this snowy March...

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Carnival

I was a young Philadelphian, freshly divorced, and looking for a new city in which to start my new life. I was tired of rat-filled alleys and

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Sleigh Ride

Homemade snow pants of thick wool, ice caked on my jacket sleeves and on my mittens: I head out with my best friend, Rita doll...

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The Dead of Winter

We speak of it as though it were a place, a battlefield strewn with corpses, a burial ground of shattered statues hooded with snow.

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