One after the other, my aunt’s husband of fifty-nine years and her three grown children spoke — about what they…
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Seventeen
My baby turned seventeen yesterday. Of course, he hasn’t been a baby for a very long time, and yet, because…
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Connecting
“You ought to Twitter,” my book publicist told me months ago. “No thanks,” I said, “it’s just not me.” A…
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A widening circle
It’s been a month since The Gift of an Ordinary Day was published. No bestseller lists, no rave reviews in…
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