Bus stop.

Two women at a bus stop. Part of my New York based play.

Summer Breeze - In loving memory of Mike

Born with a bit of the blarney stone between your teeth, the jester in your genes; you charmed the world with laughter. Disarmed it with your love of life,
Cherry

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January 2006 (Since last writing, we have sold the house we bought near Toulouse and split the proceeds, in her favour, for an amicable separation.) This shows you what an unfeeling reprobate I wa

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Because she gives one hundred percent to the children, she expects me to do the same.
Cherry

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July 2005

We Are City Slickers

How interesting it is to be part of a small ranch operation, although 40 acres is a lot of work. I never realized there is so much to do and how everyone must do their share.

Camping is Fun

"Take a deep breath and relax,” mom said. “Now both of you get in and close the door. Mosquitoes might come in."

Help Me Say, No More Food

Each of us seems eager to win a gold medal, as Olympians in one of three categories: Very Amply Fit, Chubby to Love, and Look at me Momma.

Emptiness

It is hard to explain Until you find yourself driving home to an empty house, No kiss to greet you on arrival, to sit you down with tea. No one to chat to while cooking dinner,

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