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By Monica A. Andermann
I looked around my sun porch, stunned. Each and every one of my prized houseplants stood in icy suspension like some frosty fairy tale forest. I sighed and inhaled back an odd scent, a cross between freshly cut grass and dried tea leaves. How could I have let this happen? I asked myself. How could [...]
By Monica A. Andermann
Each morning I looked across the breakfast table at Mom. Was she really my mother? On the eve of my fifteenth year, I seemed to have so little in common with her. Mom liked vanilla ice cream, I liked chocolate; I painted my fingernails and wore eye shadow, Mom preferred “the natural look;” I liked [...]
By Monica A. Andermann
I peered out of the door that leads from our kitchen to the backyard. Lately, my husband, Bill, and I had been contemplating a move, an upgrade, to a home with more living space and a larger yard. A yard. I think that will always be the part of home ownership I love the most, [...]
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