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Leaves in January

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

– Sonnet 73, W.Shakespeare

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There was a cute resident at the fracture clinic where H had the final xray on her arm this week. The clinic specializes in cute male resident pediatricians. But alas…Hadara is too young to appreciate and I am too old to flirt, which is both a loss and a relief, since I was never adept at it. Inside, however, I’m as young as ever, and grinning.



Lilian is the author of Web of Angels, a novel about a mom with DID (multiple personalities). She's also the author of the historical novels, The River Midnight and The Singing Fire, about secrets, friendship and motherhood in 19th century Poland and London.

5 thoughts on “Leaves in January

  1. Sorry to hear about H’s fracture. But it always helps to have a cute doctor ๐Ÿ™‚ I also feel too old to flirt and it’s a definite loss. But, as you say, a relief too. Love the masthead by the way. Best wishes to you and your family for 2013 ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Anytime I’ve been in the ER lately the doctors all seem so young. Sorry to hear about your daughter’s fracture, and I hope she heals well and quickly!

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