Sensory images congealing into a poem about my Grandmother's Maine
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Voices from Maine
Liver & Onions
My father appreciated every meal my mother prepared for him as if it were the best meal he'd ever eaten.
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Spaghetti Racing
My dad, with his finger forever off the pulse of the times. But the chaos of the late 1960s and early 1970s showed up in our food, even if most of the turmoil of the times failed to register in the southern Nevada desert we called home.
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Sisters in hairstyling
Come on Susan, I'll give you a *real* haircut!
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