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Life on the Move by
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Prompted By Moving Day

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There are many lessons I have learned ... Moves are a complex blend of stress, opportunity, and calamity.
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Aerograms, a Pen Pal, and a War by
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Prompted By Snail Mail

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I mostly remember taking my fountain pen and writing tiny, neat lines to cram the most onto the aerogram sheet.
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Rumors of his death … by
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The floor under my feet seemed to drop away, and a roaring began in my head. I must have replayed the message 10 times. Was someone playing a cruel joke?
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Tweet Tweet, Beep Beep by
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Prompted By Surprise!

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Could the one Rolling Stones concert I attended have done that much damage?
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In Praise of Invisible and Brave Women by
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Prompted By Ageism

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We were aware that it was bound to happen someday, but it sneaked up on us unexpectedly.
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Becoming a Modern Elder by
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Prompted By Ageism

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At first I did worry about what to wear (torn, skinny jeans look great on a 30-year-old but on me, not so much), and whether I knew enough about my smart phone.
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OK, Younger Generations by
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Prompted By Ageism

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Think of what we all could accomplish if all parties stopped eye rolling ... and lecturing ... and started working together.
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A Sweet Kennebunkport Crush by
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Prompted By The Crush

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I don't remember much from that week, except for Tony ... Every time his eyes connected with mine, my heart gave a squeeze and then a leap.
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Surviving a Workplace Bully by
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Prompted By Bullying

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I gasped when I realized that I was the perfect target for a workplace bully--a textbook case.
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Shakin’ in the Stacks by
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Prompted By Libraries

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In an instant, there was a rumble and a slight jerk, and then a slow roll, as I watched the stacks of books opposite me rise about a foot and a half, and gently fall, as if carried by ocean waves.
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