Exquisitely written, lyrical, and as graceful as a poem, conjuring images and emotional memories of my own. Thank you. I don't often highlight. I did here. I couldn't resist. Highlighting for my particular (and maybe peculiar) countenance throws off the reading for me. Maybe its the rancid memories of High School and dyslexia run-amuck.

I was in a relationship with a wild woman 15 years my senior. We were lovers for a time and deep friends. She passed from cancer in '17. I miss her. Your story of Miss Snider reminds me of Wendy - they seemed similar to me.