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Jack and Me
My great friend, Jack Woodruff, died not long ago. I have wrestled unsuccessfully with that sad fact for a while. It is hard to describe...


Centerfield of Dreams
Uh, oh. Here it comes, a tiny, fast-moving speck arcing high in the air. It is hard to see against the cloudy sky but it is there, headed...


Barb
I first published this piece several years ago on the occasion of our 40th anniversary. Today is our 47th anniversary but I couldn’t...


Ma
(Prior to my mother’s death, I had never considered her life as she must have experienced it. I viewed her only in the distorted context...


Grandpa Duty in the Hokey Pokey Ward
I am sitting in the parents’ lounge of a local dance studio. A two-year-old boy is staring at me. Mucous streams from both his nostrils...
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