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On Medicine

My mother-in-law and I were chitchatting about how it usually takes a few weeks to get rid of a cold. She herself had a lingering cough, even after having taken a course of antibiotics for bronchitis. She said, “It’s like … Continue reading

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Who’s the Psychic?

When I was a child, my mother often told me that I was psychic. Apparently I used to just randomly come up to her and start talking about whatever she happened to be thinking at the moment, and I did … Continue reading

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Christmas Day Walk

My dad and I went for a walk in the woods on Christmas Day. We explored the area below my perching spot. You can tell that it was once a quarry because of the straight lines and man-made marks on … Continue reading

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Metamorphoses

Dear Kids, When I was a child your grammie used to tuck me into a “cocoon” at bedtime. She tucked the blankets under me, from head to toe, so that I was as snug as a bug in a rug. … Continue reading

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Train, Train, Don’t Go Away

Dear Marshall, One day we went to the library and they had a wooden train set on an activity table. You fell in love with it. You would have played with it all day, and I felt so horrible when … Continue reading

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Pass It On

Dear Marshall, We read at least one book to you every night before bed. At some point you finagled a book before nap time, too. That means we have to read your favorite book to you at least twice per … Continue reading

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Christmas 2011

Christmas 2011 was Livia’s first Christmas and Marshall’s third. We talked to Marshall about Santa Claus many times in the weeks approaching Christmas, and he learned to recognize the fat man in the red, fur-lined coat, but he still didn’t … Continue reading

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Portuguese-By-Marriage

Growing up, I always thought I would marry an Italian. I lived in Connecticut, just north of New Haven, and there, as my friend once put it, you are either Italian or married to an Italian. But I moved to … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day Memories

To celebrate Mother’s Day to its fullest, here are some wonderful things that my kids have done recently. Earlier this week, I recorded myself reading Dear Zoo to Marshall. The recorder picked up not only my voice, but also Marshall … Continue reading

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Deathbed Confessions

It was a cold, winter night one Christmastime when I got the call. My grandfather was in the hospital and the doctors did not think he would make it through the night. I met up with my parents, and we … Continue reading

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