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Our Elderly Neighbor Lives Alone Without Friends or Family

We are his emergency contact even though we barely know him

Photo by Matteo Vistocco on Unsplash

From the day we moved into our dream house, we realized that we didn’t move into the friendliest neighborhood. The man next door would never speak to me, and our backyard neighbor told me that this guy didn’t like women.




“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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Ruby Lee

Ruby Lee

Mother, Wife, Teacher, Librarian, Teller of Stories. Author of The Marriage Wars by Leeanne Beasley Berry. Top Writer in Parenting, This Happened to Me, Humor

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