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The Namesake: Part 1 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
I sit on the worn wooden stairs of my front porch and think about my name. It is a heavy old name. A great grandmother’s name. A name for old maids and librarians. I wish somehow that I had been...
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Through the window: Part 2 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
My life began on M street, that charming avenue of craftsman homes and brick apartment buildings where Box Elder trees give shade to the heat drenched streets and sidewalks. A multitude of children...
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Death of the Shopping Cart Man: Part 3 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
The Shopping Cart Man is dead. The news spreads in whispered conversations held over garden fences and rose hedges. A butterfly lifts off a snap dragon to the left of the porch step and flutters...
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Bonnets, Buggies and Blaine: Part 4 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
Old mare never had a name. Mommy found her when she was an emaciated foal who could no longer stand. My mother paid 50 dollars to save her, which was fifty times what the dying foal was worth in 1960....
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Attributes of a Magical Grandmother: Part 5 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
Granma is probably my most favorite person in the universe. She dresses up at Halloween, throws banquets at Christmas and takes me bowling on Saturday mornings. My Granma is different from other...
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The Russian who loved a Saint: Part 8 of Rain on a Cloudless Day
Clockwise from the top: Sis, Arrow, Me and Jenny. Mommy says the white and brindle Russian wolfhound we visit has bonnet ears. He will never be a show dog. We walk the long treed Salt Lake City Avenues...
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