Crow’s Feet
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Crow’s Feet

Grandmotherly Love

Memories sparked by a morning poem

Author’s photo. Grandmother and granddaughter

I read a poem every morning. I used to struggle to read poetry. I wanted to like it, but I couldn’t understand it. I committed to reading each poem twice, some stanzas that felt really foreign to me I’d read aloud.

After many months of reading a poem every morning, it’s like my brain finally speaks that language. I understand what I am reading; I…

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“The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” (Frank Lloyd Wright) Non-fiction pieces, personal essays and occasional poems that explore how we feel about how we age and offer tips for getting the most out of life.

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