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life

Life is like a piñata. Sometimes you get the crap beaten out of you with a stick. But then you get candy. Here’s to life. Sticks and all.

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eulogy

they had barely said hello and it was time to say goodbye goodbye … — the prophet ani difranco And just like that, it was over. After 30 years, 245,000 miles and half of my life, we said goodbye. It … Continue reading

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or not

“You read the papers and you’re led to believe that the world is a big, scary place. People, the narrative goes, are not to be trusted. People are bad. People are evil. “I don’t buy it. Evil is a make-believe … Continue reading

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life is funny, part 380

I got up early today. I’ve read that in the summer if you run before noon it’s not as hot. It’s an interesting theory.  As I get ready, I’m reading about the adventures of Lauren and Jay. They’re bicycle tourists. … Continue reading

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dear nicole

Hi. I hope you’re OK, even though I know you’re not. Which, I suppose, is the point of hoping. We’re still at Kellie’s house, at least till the chocolate croissants run out, which shouldn’t take long. Kellie and I were talking … Continue reading

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dear sarah

I have a confession. I have no idea how to write a eulogy. But I DO know how to write a letter. So with the help of the people who love her most, that’s what I did. Dear Sarah: Hi. … Continue reading

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sisters, part 1

They’re crying. And laughing. And crying again. I’m in the middle of a pack of sisters. Four generations of fiercely independent, strong, hilarious women. I suppose the textbook definition would say they’re grandmothers and moms and aunts and nieces, but … Continue reading

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