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Francine Garson

It’s My Time

By Francine Garson

It's My Time

The years of changing diapers, easing little hurts with band-aids and kisses, and checking math homework, are over for me. My adult children are self-supporting college graduates. Yahoo! We speak often, and I feel welcomed and included in their very busy lives. I love them, and I like them too. Working part-time allows me the […]

A Sensible Man

By Francine Garson

A Sensible Man

My husband is a sensible man. Practical. Responsible. Intelligent. And certainly logical. Mitch protects his back by bending his knees when lifting a heavy suitcase and doesn’t wear suede shoes in the rain. In fact, he doesn’t even own suede shoes. He knows what to do when what-looks-like-a-red-sailboat, but turns out to be the oil […]

The Library

By Francine Garson

The Library

As a child growing up in the 1960s in New Jersey, by late July of each summer, the euphoria of freedom from book reports, math tests and non-air-conditioned classrooms had lost a little of its earlier appeal. The hot, sticky days in my semi-rural town, broken up only by weekend trips to the beach, had […]