The good towels

They sit on the shelf, soft, fluffy, and reproachful as kittens whose dinner is unaccountably delayed. They are colorful, rich, and neatly folded, just like their cousins in my mother’s linen closet. Like her, I’ve been saving them–for what, exactly, I’ve lately begun to wonder. The good towels–the ones reserved for guests–are kept out of [...]

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Counting ribs redux

I’ve been puzzling over something for a goodly time now, and have–defeated–thrown in the towel. At your mercy, I must ask for your indulgence, and assistance. In return, your questions too shall be addressed and, I hope, answered to your satisfaction. What is my conundrum? Simply this: since the debut of my blog, the stats [...]

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