Roblyn Avenue, 1953

The first thing I saw when Dad turned our car down Grandma’s street in Merriam Park was the sky-high catalpa tree in her front yard. It was the

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Weather

The forty-fifth parallel runs through Saint Paul, Minnesota. This parallel is generally considered the halfway point between the equator and the

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July

Just one more day A yellow daisy day A too hot sidewalk, barefoot day A last mosquito day A sunset at the beach day One scorcher day to hold

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The Fruit Of Summer

My nails have been black for over a week now. This is the price I pay for picking mulberries, whose juice has a staining power the military

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