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By Nancy Oliver
The fact that I still have – five decades later – the pillow I used as a child probably explains it all. The cover disintegrated years ago during a wash, but the guts of that pillow are the guts in a new throw pillow. No, I can’t let go of the past – and this [...]
By Nancy Oliver
I am a widow now, but when my husband and I were dating in the 1990s, we sent silly cards to each other. We lived in different towns, and sometimes the first awkwardness of expressed love is best carried out when a silly Hallmark card provides you an opening. Some 17 years later, and eight [...]
By Nancy Oliver
Within a few weeks of my husband’s death, I dyed my blonde hair deep auburn. I was in such a blur of confusion and denial; my life felt like it was spiraling downward. It felt like everything was slipping through my fingers; my hair, however, was still something I felt I could control. To say [...]
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