In 1960 the country was concerned about the Cold War with Russia, but I worried about the hot and cold wars in our household. Pearl was my mother’s housekeeper, and if I sensed a warm ocean breeze floating through the house, I knew Pearl was there. She eased the tension of a household stressed by financial and emotional turmoil, smoothing what vestiges of discord remained from the previous night.

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Angel in the Subway

Cool, damp air brushed my cheeks as I walked down the stairs into the dimly lit tunnel of the el station on State and Jackson. Familiar odors of dirt-soaked cement, rusted steel and stale wood floated on the tunnel breezes. Imagining what strangers or critters I might see...

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