I’m probably not the only person who abandons her good habits when life speeds up, or who fails to practice…
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Unimaginable
We sat around the kitchen table after dinner last night — my son Henry, my husband Steve, and two of…
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Perfect
I began writing my first book, “Mitten Strings for God,” the year Henry and Jack were eight and five. My…
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Never a Dull Moment
Unfortunately, there is still snow on the ground, even though it’s April. Fortunately, a robin convention is underway in my…
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Happy Birthday Henry
Henry, twenty-one years ago today I gave birth to you, and nothing was ever the same again. This morning we…
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Publication day
The other night, I spoke to a group of women in Lexington, Massachusetts. It was rainy and cold, the…
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