Hello Neighbor

We don’t see much of our neighbors. Cruising in or out of the driveway, we exchange smiles or a nod.  If we’re particularly perky, we wave. On our block, the only thing to spark meaningful dialogue is a problem. My next-door-neighbor probably…
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Samantha

  Within my heart is the dream of Samantha, where she will always remain because she died May 10, 1995 before I delivered her. And because she was stillborn and I never saw her eyes open or heard her take a breath or make a move, other…