Linda Jensen leads a relatively quiet life in Westchester County, New York, as the owner of a highly-acclaimed garden. Inherited from her parents, the garden is her pride and joy. What is not so joyful is finding a strange man sprawled near her delphiniums! The mysterious man is sick, unable to do anything more than drink water—and beg for secrecy. Ignoring all alarm bells, Linda sees to his needs, but her caring act takes on unexpected significance, an unpresentable glory.


Are You Pre-Paid?

  A week ago, we visited H. L. Farmer & Sons funeral home. It had been on our To-Do list for a long time, but my current, nose-to-nose conversation with stage-4 lung cancer sort of pushed the envelope. VERY INTERESTING! Did you know— In Massachusetts, a body...

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Sudden Death, Sudden Glory

LAST WEEK, after attending my sister Marilyn’s funeral in New Jersey, I made a quick run to see the house in Branchville in which both of us had been born and brought up. The house had not been grand, but it was home.       I’d been warned what to...

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Jane Eyre Revisited

Awhile back while surfing TV channels, I happened on the latter part of an old Jane Eyre movie. Having read the novel multiple times, I was bummed by how messed up the film version was and promptly re-read the book. If you don't know the story, the narrator, Jane...

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The Inner Me

IN THE PROCESS OF CLEANING OUT FILE DRAWERS, I came across photos from long ago. I looked pretty good back then! Add a few decades; what do I look like now? I can still smile and wiggle my hips, but what do I look like at my WORST moments? An atheist artist offered to...

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What’s Beyond?

AT THE RISK OF BEING A BORE, I’m talking cancer again but grubbing deeper. I, being 85, am treating my #4 lung differently than most people would, though if I had  young children or were a Somebody, then fighting it with everything available would make perfect sense....

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Author Eleanor Gustafson

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