Leaving aside his despicable political views and deeds, there is no way I would want this creep to protect me. He’s a gross, misogynistic pig.
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My father was posted far away to Canton, but they promised to write.  And write he did—at the rate of four or more times a week.  And she wrote back faithfully.
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Rowboat

When I was young my grandmother ran a small hotel on a lake in the Catskills,  and I’ve written about the idyllic summers I spent there with my family.  (See My Heart Remembers My Grandmother’s Hotel,  My Game Mother, Hotel Kittens,  The Cat and the Forshpeiz,  Playing with Fire, and The Troubadour)

One happy memory of those childhood summers is rowing on the lake with my father,  and when I was old enough,  taking a rowboat out on my own.  

Since then I’ve certainly been on larger and more impressive crafts –  but it’s the memory of that old rowboat I cherish most.   And in my mind’s eye I can still see that young girl in that old boat out on the lake all alone.

And I still can hear the creak of her oarlocks,  and the croaking of the frogs as she rowed towards the dock and home.

– Dana Susan Lehrman 

It was stressful to have the sale as it reminded me of the pain of packing everything up and moving. But it is a pleasure to see people walk off with their new treasures.
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