I’m still waiting for the last snow bank to melt outside the back door. My guess is it’ll linger, grainy…
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Otherwise
Long after most of my friends in their fifties had given up running, I continued. Not every day, and not…
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Dear Older (Love, Old)
This is the first in a series of letters between me and my friend, author Margaret Roach, on the challenges (and…
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Gracie, 8/20/00 – 11/18/13
Everyone we know who’s ever loved and lost a dog told us the same thing: that she would let us…
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Change
I’ve been paying close attention to the weather lately. Over the last few days, frost has claimed the last of…
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This is 55
I’ve been fifty-five for a little over a week now. Rounding this corner, finding myself squarely in the long-shadowed afternoon…
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