Memorial Day to the Fourth of July, a good length of time for a vacation
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Suprise Me
Livin’ La Vida Loca
Prompted By Travels
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Memorial Day to the Fourth of July, a good length of time for a vacation
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Salt Water, Lemon Ice, and No TV
Prompted By The Beach
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Lost in Translation
Prompted By Lost in Translation
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Please note that the word "justice" never appears in this broadside.
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Chafing at “Charity”
Prompted By Charity
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I knew what they were doing, they were helping me out, but they were doing it in a way that allowed me to feel as if I were also helping them out.
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Teaching my Grandkids to Make Good Trouble
Prompted By Good Trouble
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My message to my grandkids and their peers is to stand up for what you believe in and then to go out and make some noise. I will always be proud of you for any “good trouble” you create along the way.
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Laughing Gas and the Chestnut Tree
Prompted By The Dentist
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Laughing Gas and the Chestnut Tree When I was growing up we lived on a shady street in the Bronx. Several doctors and dentists had offices on our block and my dad was one of them. He was a GP who practiced on the ground floor of our three-story house and we lived…
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School, Swamps, and Salvation
Prompted By Middle School
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Sometimes you start out in one direction, only to take a lifelong detour. And that can be a great thing.
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“Make it short!”
Prompted By Hair
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11th Birthday
Prompted By Betrayal
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My mother was still in a deep depression, too tranqed out on Miltowns to take care of me, much less plan a birthday party. Dad owned a car dealership; worked six days and two nights a week. He cared but just wasn’t there. We had been in the neighborhood 2 1/2 months and I didn’t…
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Waiting Rooms
Prompted By Waiting Rooms
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My earliest experiences with waiting rooms were rather non-existent. That is to say, at 3, my parents rushed me to the ER when my pinky finger was tightly lodged in the fold of a folding chair. I remember the extraordinary pain and leaving with a splint on the finger. If I waited, I know it…
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