“That’s enough, Janet!” I hollered. My throat hurt from screaming. “Murray!” Her shrill voice shot back. I loved her. I truly did – I always have, but living in isolation with her was more than I could bear. She just kept nagging. It never stopped. A constant stream of things I did wrong or tasks I’d forgotten fell from her […]
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At the gentle age of seven, Tillie was best known for three things: her big, bashful hazel eyes, her giggle that sounded of raindrops and wind chimes, and her enormous heart, which she wore proudly on her sleeve.One cozy summer afternoon, her family’s stable boy caught her picking tulips and daffodils in the garden.“What are you doing with those?” He […]
February 14, 1958Dear Vivian, Roses are red,Violets are blueSugar, don’t you knowHow much I love you With Love,Phillip February 14, 1959Dear Vivian, Roses are red,Violets are blue.Another year’s passed…Still, my love remains true. With Love,Phillip February 14, 1960Dear Vivian, Roses are red,Violets are blue.Cupid aimed for my heart,And struck an arrow straight through. With Love,Phillip February 14, 1961Dear Vivian, Last […]
