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I couldn’t see her face, but I could tell she wasn’t a young woman. And wearing a light dress under her sweater and jacket, scarf tied under her chin, she wasn’t dressed for the weather. She wore a pair of heavy winter boots and her legs were bare and mottled with cold.
Cheryl-Anne writes for the Spokesman-Review newspaper in Spokane, Washington and is the author of the collection of essays "Home Planet: A Life in Four Seasons."
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I couldn’t see her face, but I could tell she wasn’t a young woman. And wearing a light dress under her sweater and jacket, scarf tied under her chin, she wasn’t dressed for the weather. She wore a pair of heavy winter boots and her legs were bare and mottled with cold.
Cheryl-Anne writes for the Spokesman-Review newspaper in Spokane, Washington and is the author of the collection of essays "Home Planet: A Life in Four Seasons."
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Cheryl-Anne Millsap
The Spokesman-Review
I dropped my youngest daughter off at her school. As she got out of the car, carrying her coat, wearing her school uniform sweater and skirt, her long legs bare in the frigid morning air, I watched her run to greet her friends.
I shook my head. How she could stand it, I wondered. No tights or long pants to protect her. But her friends were all dressed the same way. They laughed as they ran to their classroom.
As I drove away, the snow was blowing, tiny flakes landing on the windshield. The roads were clear, but slick in places. I kept my hands tight on the wheel.
I was only a few blocks from work when I saw the woman. She was picking her way carefully down the street, pushing a shopping cart across the treacherous sidewalk. The cart was piled with bags of clothing and other things. The woman would push forward for a bit, wrestling with the...
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