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“Come closer, I want to show you something,” my hands are cupped and I’m leaning down towards a gaggle of unruly grandkids. They gather around, excited, pointing, reaching towards my hands. “What is in there Grammie?” “I want to see.” “Show us.” I make a big show of it, moving slowly, building the anticipation with […]

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“How you doing?” I asked my Mom this question at the beginning of almost every call, or visit, and her answer was always the same. “I’m fine,” even in her final days. This was not a conversation, it was a pattern, our pattern. I knew she was not fine. She knew she was not fine. […]

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  Can I tell you about my day? Good, because if I don’t let it out it’s going to escape in some other form, and at my age excessive flatulence is unbecoming. By midday I had written extra strength Tylenol on the grocery list three times. Most of you will agree, sheltering in place is […]

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Have you ever played with a pill bug? You know the ones that curl up into a ball and you can roll them around the palm of your hand. I loved them as a kid, they seemed mysterious, and the idea that they could instantly create this protective shell was intriguing to my younger self. […]

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“One day, I had an idea.” This is the first line in a little book my sister gave me for my birthday in May of this year. It was written by Kobi Yamada, entitled, What do you do with an idea? She gave me this gift because she believes in me, from my earliest memories […]