The Time is at Hand

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‘I don’t have time to sit down and read.’ Those are the words I grew up hearing. Okay, maybe “grew up hearing” is an exaggeration, but I do remember them. I heard them when my two sisters and I and our father were in the living room reading the Sunday Seattle Times and called to Mommy to join us. ‘I don’t have time to read the paper,’ she would call from the kitchen.

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In Search of My Mother’s Garden

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I’ve been dreading the arrival of spring. I know, you are saying, ‘You have finally lost it, Gretchen.’ And what with the rain and the late snows and the slow-to-bloom spring flowers, it would appear the Universe is honoring my wish to put off the march toward summer extroversion a bit longer.

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