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The thing is / if you were a mother of three young children / in Massachusetts in late January of 2023: You didn’t forget this case. You couldn’t shake it for a month, which is nothing; nothing in the scheme of things; this isn’t about you. It’s just — That January, the sun didn’t show…
I am a self-absorbed and fairly selfish person, with persistent and unwarranted faith in elastic time, and these traits leave scant accommodation for anyone else’s activities. I want my children to be happy, and to find things they like or even love doing, and have the freedom to do them – and, as with parenting…
A thin strip of sand-edged road, fast eroding, separates the Vineyard Sound from a large salt pond the Wapanoaug named Sengekontacket, place where the brook flows. Here, the cormorants scritch scritch from the opposite bank, and a flock of blue-white gulls rear up in a wild, undulating fracas, but the water is still and temperate,…
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