AT 76, I TOOK A BUS TO SEE MY FIRST LOVE AFTER 50 YEARS – BUT FATE INTERRUPTED BEFORE I COULD REACH HER

part of each other’s lives.

She sent me copies of photographs I had never seen before.

Margaret in her thirties, holding baby Ellen on a porch swing.

Margaret at fifty, wearing a sunhat and laughing at something beyond the camera.

Margaret the spring before, standing among tomato plants with one hand resting on her hip, looking like a woman who had earned continue reading …