by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 8, 2021 | Family
My father’s later years were difficult. He bounced from one nursing home to another, his peripatetic life precipitated by his refusal to stay where he was put. By the time my father entered his first nursing home, he was losing his ability to walk. He had nearly lost... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Apr 21, 2021 | Mystery Fiction
October 2, 2012: Second day of my writer’s retreat. Somedays, even on a writer’s retreat, we cannot write. We have to de-clutter. And for me, returning to this cabin, as noted in my earlier post, carries with it considerable emotional freight. “De-clutter” and...
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