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birthdays are rough

Today is my mother’s birthday. She should have turned 62. Please don’t say you are sorry. Really, there isn’t anything you or anyone can say to make this better. There just isn’t. I learned (via a children’s book review site) … Continue reading

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summer camp

It’s that time of year again, when parents pack up their kids and send them off to camp. My sister and I attended both day camp and sleep away camp on and off from the time we were 8 and … Continue reading

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