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Mama’s 100th Year

The footlocker beckoned at bedtime. Of course I knew it was there—its surface is where "we" put plastic cleaner's bags, flat-rate post office boxes, and bubble wrap—but I'd never paid it any mind. I'd gone into the store room to return a canning jar to the shelf on my way to bed and it finally… Continue reading Mama’s 100th Year