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Growing Up in Albuquerque

I REMEMBER/GROWING UP IN ALBUQUERQUE Crusin Albuquerque by Sally Bryant   I REMEMBER I was stopped in the gallery by the painting. There it was, Downtown Albuquerque. The city of my childhood. We were all a part of that city. Hispanics, Italians, and Germans. Here was America without walls. The theaters are there in the…

A Winter’s Legend/ A pathway to Hope

A WINTER LEGEND   The old woman, a kerchief full of twigs slung over her shoulder, halted where I stood in the snow just off the winter trail. My heart was heavy with a sadness that did not match the season. How would I go on with such a burden. She faced me—worn garments, wind-tangled,…

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