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Reframing The Past
I’m sitting in my living room putting some old photographs back into their frame. Earlier this month my daughter needed some pictures of her familial past for a Culture Fair project and I opened one of...
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In Praise of the Fierce-Hearted
The fierce-hearted are open to vast canyons of joy, knowing full-well that joy and grief are hand-holding partners. Where one exists, the other waits for its turn. Joy and grief are hand-holding...
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Keeping The Secrets
“You should write that down”…is what I hear sometimes after a story telling session over dinner, or a walk on the beach after a bottle of wine.. I don’t hear it often, because I don’t tell the stories...
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49 Years and 9 months
My mother died on June 19, 1986, in a hospital in Boston at the age of 49 years and 9 months. I was 22. I didn’t have brothers or sisters and my father left us when I when I was 5. My large extended...
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Older, only a wee bit wiser
Last week I briefly set fire to my face while refilling my kitchen torch after a creme brulee feast the night before. Forty years after almost blowing my thumb off wondering how long it takes for a...
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