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The Magical Mirror

The Magical Mirror

When I look in the mirror today, I see a woman’s face crossing over into midlife. The changes in the delicate skin around and within the arcs beneath her eyes are a little unnerving.

In my mind, I’m not quite there yet. I want to tilt the mirror to a different angle, modify the light, or wipe away the years with my sleeve like fog from a steamy shower.

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Beauty in Humble Places

Beauty in Humble Places

On the first day of school in that one-room, country schoolhouse, most of the other kids raced to the bigger, newer, shinier desks.

But little Diane, the one with a gleam in her eye and potato in her lunch bucket, who would one day become my mother, slid knowingly into the smallest, most unassuming one of them all.

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