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The plaintive mourning dove—that’s a powerful memory. As a kid, I thought the dove’s “coo-coo-coo” did sound sad. Not specifically sad, more like a meditative sad. It definitely made you stop, listen,...
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Talk about forgotten gifts. On my 21st birthday, Mom and Dad gave me a bottle of rosé wine (I could “officially” drink at 19, but the folks wanted to mark that occasion by buying me wine) and … a...
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[First of a two-part post.] We used to write letters. A lot of letters. They arrived in envelopes with handwritten lettering, maybe in colored pen. Soon I’d be receiving a slew of those blue,...
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