Last Tuesday I learned how loud silence can be. My house was empty. After 30 years of parenting, 20 of…
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My Memory Box in the Attic
There’s a small memory box I keep up in the attic. It doesn’t have a place of prominence, it gets…
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50 Random Things I’ve Learned in 50 Years
“Too soon old, too late shmart.” At 50, I’m a breathing cliché. Not only am I not nearly as smart…
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It’s Hard to Feel Like a Grown-up When…
…your feet don’t touch the floor. I no longer have to endure playground torment. Nobody calls me Short Stuff, Half-Pint,…
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I See London, I See France!
My incredibly unique clothing style developed while growing up in the 70’s. In elementary school, I was a little frustrated by the current…
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The Buried Secret of the Shovel
I dug ferociously and furiously, the shovel melting in the soil, as if my life depended on the task at…
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