A way to innocence…

She was born a decade after the Civil War. Her Irish parents emigrated in the 1850s. Because they chose Canada, they were not caught up in that terrible mess in the States, with one exception. Their farm sat at the end of the Underground Railway. Her father was a farmer and shopkeeper. At least, those …

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The List Grows…

Attempts to pull herself together are failing. “Can I help?” Usually, I say something like, “Are you okay?” Not sure why this time is different. “No,” she answers. I nod and smile, but as I turn to leave I’m stopped by her hand on mine. “Yes, please.” And then, it hits me. A mind-meld has …

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