We bike seven and a half miles up the road from our house, past hay fields and horses and silent,…
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Hello, good-bye
There were lots of ribbons and bows. But it wasn’t about the gifts. It was about the pure, untrammeled beauty…
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Spring break
Every year since our sons were very young, our family has come to Florida for a week of visits with…
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Thanksgiving
“Thanksgiving is really over,” my friend Patti wrote yesterday. “All that’s left are yams.” I know what she means. In…
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Coyotes
If you live in the country, you know the sound: the high, frantic yipping and yowling of coyotes working themselves…
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