Category: Ephemera
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Elegy for a Pool
The other week, an old friend texted me a link to a story in one of the local papers. The pool where we’d spent so much of our childhood would be closing, permanently, at the end of the summer. The engineer who’d been called to do the evaluation determined that the structure was, essentially, irredeemable. …
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The Kind You Find in a Second Hand Store
The year I turned eight, I listened to Prince every Wednesday night. Wednesdays were my mother’s night to drive me and two other girls to and from swim practice. The practices were held at Wellesley College, and in my memory they started late — after dinner, certainly, though before dessert. The trip to the pool from…
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