I sit in a departure lounge of Logan International Airport—late, late. Boston’s winter weather is chancy, and today—flying home for a visit—I drew the wrong straw. The lounge is empty except for me, but at the bar across the hallway a bartender with the dropped-r accent of a Bostonian chats with his customers. The male […]
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I sat behind her in the shuttle on the hour-and-a-half ride from Eau Claire to the Minneapolis airport. I was on my way back to Boston after a Thanksgiving spent with my family, she and her husband on their way back to New York after Thanksgiving with his. She was originally from Mexico and carried
Because I am interested in history—and particularly the history of oppressed people groups—my ears always perk when my friend and fellow writer Shel Pais starts talking about his dad, a Holocaust survivor. “His story is part of who I am today,” Shel wrote to me once. In this post, he’s agreed to share part of
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My life has up and run away on me again. But luckily I have interesting friends, and when I can’t find the time to write a blog post, sometimes they supply them. Marlene is a friend I’ve met only through email, and I enjoy her thoughts whether random, humorous, or deep. I liked the email she
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This morning I woke up to one of my favorite sounds in the world: little girl voices. Well, mostly little girl voices. MacKenzie is ten now, and not so very little. Madison is seven and full of questions like: “Why are you laying the wrong way in the bed?” (Because I woke up awhile ago
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