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Phyllis Chesler
Books By Phyllis

Large, moist, overwhelmingly beautiful, the flowers came and kept on coming. Dozens of roses, white and orange-y, and more exotic blooms in lavender and pink that I cannot identify. My cat, Nora, gave me a card, perhaps the very best one. My present to myself was a serenely relaxed day with a restorative massage, a haircut, and an iced cappuccino, and instead of working my usual 10-12 hours, I stopped after 4-5 hours. Hmm...am I capable of actually slowing down?