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Annie B. Bond May 7, 2008 3:00 pm
My English professor father was a remarkable gardener. There were perennials all over our land, and as I grew up, one of my pleasures was picking flowers and putting them into just the right vase in just the right place in the house. My mother loved to do this, too. She woul
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Annie B. Bond Apr 30, 2008 10:00 am
When I shop for clothes my hand reaches out as soon as my eyes spot a color and texture that appeals to me, to feel if the f
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Annie B. Bond Apr 29, 2008 11:00 am
Lila is an elderly woman with silver hair who I met recently at a Tibetan Buddhist center in my area. A tall, willowy woman,
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Annie B. Bond Apr 17, 2008 8:00 am
It was a quiet pleasure to go to the cabinet and take out cloth napkins for a weeknight supper at my fiancé Len’s house. I’d
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Annie B. Bond Apr 14, 2008 2:29 pm
I could make baby booties, I thought. Or weave tablecloths. Loving fabrics, yarns and weaving the way I did, I figured that m
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