Category Archives: Aunt Lucy

It always starts with a tiny square

“Mae, I ate 3 rolls with butter at lunch.  I was good, I didn’t eat any sugar.” “Vita, you were supposed to give up sugar and not add anything else!” I was in Pilates yesterday when my work-out partner Susanna … Continue reading

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The Unraveling

The night Aunt Lucy went insane Lisa and I set out at about 7:00 PM with a vat of beef stew in the back seat.  I had made the stew the day before and knew at some point we’d get … Continue reading

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