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the squeaky wheel gets the news
Amid controversy over school curriculum, it’s no surprise school yearbooks have been making headlines as well. We’re heading into another school year, and I wonder what messages and lessons yearbook staffers and advisers will receive as they begin the process of creating themes, covers and pages; what decisions building and district administrators will face; and…
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minding the pain
“I worry that you re-injured your shoulder moving the mattress,” our mom recently said, while she was in Hospice care in my sister’s and my home. “I wrenched it a little, but it’s okay.” I said this with a pragmatic shrug. While sitting next to our mom, I explained my perspective that pain is inevitable…
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Saying yes to yoga
“I can’t.” This is what I told myself for the past five years. Intermittently, I’d wistfully research yoga studios near me. I’d peruse class offerings, homing in on beginning yoga to protect my flaring-up shoulder, which I injured ten years ago in a fall and re-injured five years ago gardening. Peering into my laptop screen…
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Books are gifts year round
Imagine Stephen King talking to you, giving you advice about writing. He’d tell you that writing isn’t about being famous or making money. In the beginning of his career, with rejection letters from publishers landing in his mailbox, he was neither. He’d say, “In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will…
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Quarantine quandary
My sister and I felt empathy for the eight-hundred passengers that recently tested positive on a cruise in Australia, halting their travels. This past July, in our France river-cruise cabin, I woke to find my sister asleep with a pink and white fabric mask over her mouth. Weird. She wore her mask last night? My…
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Time spent in parents’ closets: priceless
The money my parents made with their two-day yard sale came in just under $200 but the experience of purging their closets was priceless. It all started with a high school friend talking about his and his brother’s arduous task of clearing their mom’s house when she entered assisted living. My parents, who are both…
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