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2020 Grateful 15: As ghoulish as it gets

There one old lady in our village who’s never seen outside without a headscarf. There are a few of them, but the one I’m thinking about wears the traditional hand-pleated skirt over stockings and rides a bike. She’s too bosomy to fit a witch profile but her on her bike is as close it comes to witches on broomsticks in this part of the world. Read more

2019 Grateful 12: Of Wolves and Sleeping Trees

Boldog Farkasnap, himself said to me this morning. I engaged that small part of my brain that tries to translate Hungarian and wondered if I’d done it right. Happy Wolf Day? Really? Read more