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FAMILY RELATIONS CAN BE TROUBLE—OR NOT.
My thanks is not limited to family, friends, food, and pilgrims who started this Thanksgiving thing. This year I've decided I'm also thankful for trouble.
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Book Pirates & the Law
This legal information is for all published authors whose books might have been used to inform AI
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When Dementia Fades
She had forgotten a lot. Dementia had reared its ugly head. Perhaps it was the beginning of Alzheimers. Perhaps mom was just wearing out.
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What You Say: Readers Respond
What would you do if called upon to intervene in a public situation These readers responded to share their experiences
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A BIG/LITTLE THING: Being an Everyday Hero
An old woman was in Trader Joes, on her phone, asking for help and clearly not getting it from the person on the other end of the line. Five people strolled by.
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2 SISTERS. 1 FATHER. WHAT A DIFFERENCE.
On my fourteenth birthday, I woke up to find my parents gone an d a note on the kitchen table that said: "At the hospital."
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What We Remember After We Forget
This weekend I went to the 'pre-game' festivities for my husbands 55th high school reunion.
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Watchers, Butterfly Herders, OGs
When our oldest was in middle school, I asked why he and his brother never did anything bad.
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AN ACCIDENTAL MOTHER
It's Mother's Day. At our house we celebrate with a trip to a food court and a scary movie.
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A Basket of Joy
I am busy making Easter baskets: one for my 39-year-old son and one for my husband. My son’s treats come from Trader Joe’s because he...
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The Magic of Mentoring
A few years ago when my sister-in-law retired, she decided to write witch novels.
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New Years Preservation
After the toasts, kisses, and well-wishes comes the New Year resolutions.
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Stories My Mother Told Me
My parents made a pact to stand on every continent int he world. Then my dad died.
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The Letterbox
I was cleaning out my office the other day and came upon a box of letters. There were a hundred or so, and soon I was surrounded by paper: pretty stationery, notebook pages, and postcards.
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The Language of Missing
My youngest son was a Peace Corps volunteer in Albania. If you don't know where Albania is, no worries. I didn't either.
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