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Jealousy is one of the occupational hazards of being a writer, and the most degrading. And I, who have been the Leona Helmsley of jealousy, have come to believe that the only things that help ease or transform it are (a) getting older, (b) talking about it until the...
I almost missed it, but it’s been one of those weeks, and the very last proverbial bump-in-the-road is a 2-inch incision with eleven stitches across the back of my shoulder. Rest and don’t get hot and sweaty, the doctor tells me. Down here at the edge of the hot and...
Neither Abby nor I feel good, but summer’s winding down, and we’ve set this day aside for shopping. Time to hit the “cool” stores and try on some “cool” clothes in order to be “cool” during that first week of school. Time to watch mother and daughter do battle...
Dear Heavy Heart, I know you. I know your dark dread that rests heavy like a black cauldron full of the stew of worry, troubles, and bad news. Listen, I know of medicine for a heart like yours. I know relief from that anxious dread, those clouds of gray skies and...
Dear God, There is a way in which I sometimes I felt a sense of belonging....
My parents moved from the Detroit area to buy four small rustic cabins on a...
Every year for Christmas, she'd give us roughly the same thing. My sister and...
It's been one of those weeks. You've had them, right? Times of hard...
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