In Search of Abby

ON FLOWERS, FRIENDS & FAREWELLS Roberta Israeloff ABBY AND I MET IN A GENTLE YOGA CLASS. " ’Gentle’ as in ’geriatric,’ " she said, as we waited on our mats for the class to begin, watching all the young girls arch their backs and touch their toes.  We both spent most of the class resting in child pose, and when it was over she asked if I wanted to get a cup of coffee.  Recently retired, Abby was determined to move from one activity to the next—art classes, square dancing, courses in the [...]
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