Leaving Nanny’s house late at night, under a cold, clear, winter sky, the bright, white moon follows us along the Boston Post Road. I shiver, huddle up to a sister, to try to keep warm. Under the twinkling light of millions of stars, a canopy over my bedtime, Mom drives us home.
Published author. Partner in a family-established Antique Restoration business.
Publications:
“Reflections: Stories from Local Writers/God Is Good.” N.p.: Ferguson Library, 2017. 31-49. Print.
“Three Childhood Homes.” The Stamford Advocate 24 Dec. 2016, A ed., News sec.: A011. Print.
“The Little Things.” CT Association of Area Agencies on Aging. May 2014. Older Americans Month 2014 Essay Contest. State winner. Connecticut, Bridgeport.
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June 14, 2013 at 6:45 pm
Do you remember the other way home by Aunt Joyce, Aunt Mae’s?