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Humans are so superficial! They love the blue jay because of its striking color. Don’t they ever notice what a bully and a pest he is?
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He would hold the instrument behind his back in his left hand, the bow behind his back in the right, and play. Once he had your attention, he would proceed to lie down on the living room carpet and continue, with no loss of rhythm or resonance
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Mom probably figured, “Dale has never in his life had his own package of gum. He only gets to chew a piece now and then when someone offers him a stick.
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Instead of glancing at their cellphones or GameBoys while walking around the streets, everyone would be furtively eyeing the trees, searching for evidence of that crevice or fissure that might hold a secret treasure.
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Within the next few years, the American Academy of Pediatrics would declare that no child should have her or his recess taken away because of their classroom conduct,..
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Jacob and I had our baseball mitts with us. During my recovery, after I moved into the Family Lodge with them, we played catch on the lawn, trying not to let the ball go into the flower beds.
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The book pretends to be about Philippe Petit. But its hidden subject is about how those who listen are supposed to act in the face of fear. What if there are winds swirling, and what if material objects—even the most massive ones imaginable--turn out to be anything but fixed and permanent?
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The people of "La Po’lvora," and especially the children, will always remain in my heart and mind as exemplars of the utmost courtesy and compassion in a time of dire need. They showed us something much deeper than just “good manners.”
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My own reconnecting with Laurel took place during the December holidays, spring breaks, or summers, the only times I was home from Harvard. I recall how special it was ...picking her up from the House family and bringing her home for the weekend.
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And he cooked with a smiling twinkle,/His paring knife a-twinkle,/ His graters and ladles a-twinkle, as he prepped an amazing potage.
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Greetings from Skampy and Bucko and the whole family
Prompted By Holiday Letters
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And now for an unexpected interruption of logical sequence
Prompted By Comic Relief
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Just a pack of gum for Chanukah
Prompted By An Attitude of Gratitude
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A more rustic form of “chain letter”
Prompted By Chain Letters
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The time I didn’t stand up
Prompted By Regrets
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Love, baseball, and literature in a time of cancer
Prompted By Lemons to Lemonade
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“Terrifying and beautiful,” in pen and ink and oil paint
Prompted By Children's Books
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“Como ameneciste?”
Prompted By Manners
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One child’s path from marginalization to equality
Prompted By Inequality
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The Slurping of the Soup
Prompted By Pet Peeves
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