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Joan Lovelace

Getting Up Slowly

By Joan Lovelace

My husband died one fall in the cruel way that Mother Nature always does. Before we lose her, she bids farewell in breathtaking reds and golds, soothes us in breezes cool enough to invite companions beneath light blankets, but not cold, never cold. Jeffrey was autumn to me – gentle, calm. He was the warmth […]