Twelfth night

Sixteen years of trees In the gully off our deck Ghosts of Christmas past

Sixteen years of trees

In the gully off our deck

Ghosts of Christmas past

Author: Janice

A creative. Lifelong Marylander. After many odd jobs of adolescence and college, have always worked as a writer and published essays, op-eds, articles, and poetry in national news media and small presses. Collection of poetry, "Saturday at the Gym", about boxing, aging, and motherhood; collection of artwork and poetry, "What Are Mothers For?" On the verge of an empty nest for the first time in 30 years, my question is: What am I for?

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