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It happened once when I was getting my hair cut; another time when my mother was pinning up the hem of a dress I was wearing. My scalp started to tingle as if a thousand tiny fairies were dancing on my head. Even though I knew my hair wasn’t sticking out like a porcupine, it felt like it was…

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Ok, I give. Mother Nature wins. (She always does.) Autumn is here and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve accepted the familiar cold-morning routine of putting on a fleece wrap first thing when I get up, and I’m abiding the darkness of day’s end as it folds its arms around us earlier and…

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It seems like it was just yesterday that my mom’s shrinking flame flickered, faded, and went out. With the darkness she has left in her place, so she also leaves a long to-do list, intended by the universe to keep us busy so we don’t dwell too much on the ache of her absence.

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My 86-year-old mother has been living with Alzheimer’s since 2013. She tries to talk but we can’t make out a word she says. Except when I hand her a napkin she says something resembling, “Thank you” and when a little burp slips out she says a muffled, “Excuse me.” The polite part of her brai…

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Morning had broken, the coffee was brewed, and Joe stood at the kitchen sink slicing peaches. I shuffled in, leaned against the counter and yawned. (Does reading that word—yawn—cause a twinge in the hinge of your jaw like you’re about to involuntarily open wide? I’m yawning just writing about it!)

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Baseball is widely recognized as the national sport of the United States. It isn’t as popular as football if we go by the number of spectators watching the games. But there are traditions that run deep with baseball that don’t exist with football, there are superstitions that can win or lose…

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Most Sunday mornings I make my coffee, get the newspaper off the front porch, and sit down to relax and catch up on the news. This Sunday newspaper-reading business used to take all morning, with a thick front section crammed with world news, a second section with national and regional news,…

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My grandmother was from the generation that had little sayings—often parts of longer poems—they pulled out of memory to fit just about any situation. Gram left the planet 40 years ago but still, every once in awhile one of her ditties will pop into my head. Here’s an example: “I’m on a sea f…

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It’s happening randomly, without explanation: we place a stamped envelope in our mailbox, put the flag up, and that’s the last we know of it. That letter, or sympathy card, or bill payment, simply disappears. In times past we trusted that a few days later it would show up in the mailbox of i…

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