Same old rutted, dirt parking lot. Same loitering, scruffy men and women lingering on the sidewalk. Same feeling of wariness that leads me to lock my purse inside the trunk rather than bring it inside. But something had changed.
Last Thursday I returned to duty, as it were, helping to serve supper at a [...]
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To me, Easter is hope. Hope that loved ones live on in some way after we lose them. Hope that Spring will follow Winter. Hope that we are not doomed — love makes a difference.
I used to think of hope as a relatively naive emotion, a blind and Pollyanna-ish sentiment ill-founded in reality. [...]
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When my son was just a little guy, I first took him to the Worcester Art Museum (that’s in Massachusetts, about a 45-min. drive west of us). We went there to find dogs. Dogs in paintings. Dogs on pottery. Sculptures of dogs. Dogs in tapestries. Just dogs … wherever we [...]
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After dropping off my son and his classmate at school today, I suddenly came upon a traffic jam on a back road. Morning traffic in New England is notoriously bad, but this particular spot puzzled me. It was well before the IRS complex and nowhere near Raytheon. What was the hold-up?
Earlier, when I [...]
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“Please transfer my patient file and my son’s to our new dentist. We will no longer be going to your office,” I remarked, hoping, hoping that the person would ask why I was discontinuing our business with the dentist we had been seeing for the last few years. But she didn’t bat an [...]
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