“I have been wondering, is there anything you cannot do?”
I lifted my eyes from my book and smiled at my husband, “Whatever are you talking about?”
“Mrs. Trembley. A woman who could not bring herself to offer a civil hello to the new Pastor for three years invites you to join her for Sunday Tea [...]

Posted on September 19th, 2003 by Zsallia
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How do you tell somebody you love that you are not what you seem to be? How do you tell anyone that you are immortal?
I met Jeremy in California in 1829. We journeyed together across what was then northern Mexico, pretending to be an Irish couple to avoid problems with what few local [...]

Posted on September 18th, 2003 by Zsallia
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Greetings to those who found their way here from Dean’s World. I am afraid that my political commentary has been sparse of late, but please do take a moment to browse.

Posted on September 14th, 2003 by Zsallia
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I made a brief visit to Boston where a certain Safe Deposit Box contains certain things of little value to anyone but myself. From that box I retrieved a Diary, and a letter. Both are quite old, but the script on the diary is still familiar. I can remember the first line [...]

Posted on September 12th, 2003 by Zsallia
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September 11, 2001
I tend towards the emotionless when it comes to world-changing events. I was watching on television the morning of September 11, 2001, at a fitness center of all things. The news had cut to the story of a plane colliding with one of the towers while I was listening to some [...]

Posted on September 11th, 2003 by Zsallia
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