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“I’m working on being more spontaneous,” she said with a straight face and all the seriousness of someone for whom spontaneity is struggle. She was one of my first mentors and the comment was made in passing, but it’s stuck with me for sixteen...
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I never envisioned being the kind of woman who drives around with a dog sitting sentinel in the passenger seat – I’m a cat person, after all. But she loves to go, so I let her. On straight stretches I reach over and bury my hand in her fur ...
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Almost to the library’s exit, he stops and leans in the office window. He’s Dennis the Menace with a buzz cut. His puffy red winter coat hangs unzipped and flapping, bright blue rain boots peak out from under brown fleecy pants. Two library...
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Photo Credit In the rush between dinner and dessert, in the harried press to Get-These-Kids-to-Bed, four-year-old Isaiah remembers. Running through the house, he shouts, “Guys! We need to do our yeaves!” // My family is growing leaves again this...
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All four kids took turns rummaging, elbow deep, in the large metal pot that holds rusted nuts, bolts, washers and nails. First they made robots, tiny friends composed of wing bolts and screws. They each made three or four and named them based on appearance...
