Emily Dickinson’s funeral procession came here, too

I am looking out at our backyard, which used to be an apple orchard.  I know this because the old woman who lives across the street was a little girl when this house was built.  The land belonged to the owners of the big white house on the corner.  They divided their lot and sold [...]

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Where do you come from, who are you, what makes you you? (Round 2)

This morning, I had some spare time after dropping Lucy at preschool, so I took the baby around the corner to the Cushman Cafe. It is one of my favorite places here. For years, it was an old whistle stop station; it was abandoned sometime earlier this century. A few years ago, [...]

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Could everyone just keep their bodily fluids to themselves?

I wrote, a few weeks ago, that I felt as if our family were becoming feral. Today has convinced me we are.
The morning included my straddling the dog, pinning his haunches between my legs, so I could pull a bloody tick off, and also pulling Lucy from the car so that she would vomit [...]

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Where do you come from, who are you, what makes you you?

I didn’t like the idea of growing up in the suburbs because they were so, well, suburban.  My childhood fit many of the clichés of white, middle class life in the seventies.  I played soccer on Saturday mornings, with oranges wedges at halftime and store-brand sodas in a cooler after the game.  My friends were [...]

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