• by Robert P. Barsanti • Until this year, I have never lived with a dog. I have lived with parents, children, and wives, so I am used to certain duties and responsibilities. I know enough to turn the lights off before I go to bed, hide the Oreos from […]
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Middle-Aged Valentine
• by Robert P. Barsanti • By now, most of the snow has melted. Frozen, dirty, icy clumps and ridges remain hidden deep in the brown thicket of dead vines and holly bushes out back, but the rest of the snow disappeared in a warm rain. Even snow forts built […]