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Florence in Words

The blizzard

The day after the blizzard (New York, East Coast). It’s noon, the sun’s out in a blue sky, and I can hear great chunks of white snow dropping from windowsills and terraces above me. From my windows, I can see white roofs below, terraces coated in white, and only a few cars braving a half-cleared West End Avenue, and barely a trickle on Broadway. My chief problem this morning: no delivery of the New York Times. (Yes, I’ve called to report this, and perhaps there will be one later in the day.) Instead, I’ve been watching television’s cancellation of their regular morning programs to produce various versions of reporting on post-blizzard conditions in New York City, Long Island, and New Jersey. Read More 
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Alice is visiting

My daughter Alice has been here for nearly a week and I’ve been too busy to write, but here’s a very brief summary. And perhaps before I begin, I should say that we’ve been “mother” and “daughter” since 1965, though we have never signed legal papers. Then she was 17 and I was 36; you can do the arithmetic if you are curious about our current ages. The first thing we did together was drive from Mississippi’s coast north to Baltimore, which was where I was then living and teaching at Goucher College. Alice finished her last year of high school there, at Park School. Read More 
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