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Bob was a dangerously handsome dilettante, a bad boy in every sense of the word, and I fancied him madly. We met at the Parker…

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How do I explain how hard it was to raise four free spirited kids when I too was free spirited? Sometimes I feel guilty that…

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Back in the sixties, my mother -- an inveterate traveler -- wanted to see this new land where we'd emigrated. From 1960, when we arrived,…

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Bob was a dangerously handsome dilettante, a bad boy in every sense of the word, and I fancied him madly. We met at the Parker…

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Since September, every morning I have driven to the beach, parked, walked to the shoreline, dropped my orange towel on the sand and jumped into…

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How do I explain how hard it was to raise four free spirited kids when I too was free spirited? Sometimes I feel guilty that…

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Back in the sixties, my mother -- an inveterate traveler -- wanted to see this new land where we'd emigrated. From 1960, when we arrived,…

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I promised my daughter that I would record moments in her boys' young lives, my grandsons, and send letters of love to their Gmail addresses.…

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Michigan in November. We were on Day 25 and I hadn't seen the sun all month. Literally. As if that wasn't bad enough, we got…

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I was asked to observe a kindergartner, Duncan, a slight, pale boy with a great shock of gleaming brown hair falling over his face in…

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It woke her from a deep sleep. The familiar rhythm of rain on the rooftop. She sighed in pleasure snuggling against her husband knowing there…

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It's easy to find miracles no matter where you live. The sun shining through the trees just right is a miracle, the changing colors of…

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In a distant pub somewhere on the Emerald Isle close by an iron clad factory the brick walls crumble. A day’s work of red dust…

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I haven't always had a roof over my head. In my endlessly shifting childhood, I went from middle class, where I lived, to upper class,…

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We walk among the wounded The lost The broken bodied The broken hearted On the best of our sunny days We pass by the deserted…

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