A COLUMN ABOUT NOTHING : Ripping the ground cover from its roots and the mystic Rumi

Monday, January 5, 2004

Ripping the ground cover from its roots and the mystic Rumi

My 23 year old is leaving for college, I'm sad, but happy for her endeavor. I feel an ache that won't go away, she feels it too, so she calls me mommy. Her unexpected sweetness touches me. While I was gone, she picked my zucchini and grape tomatoes and arranged them in a bowl, my grand... Sign in to see full entry.

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