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For the 8th graders at my school (and more)…
Good evening, 8th graders. This is the last day we can call you that, for tonight, you graduate and become freshmen. This is a bit strange for people…
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Sometime around 2 a.m.
Through a fog of sleepiness, I emerge, awake.What started as a seemingly brief trip into alertness (due to consuming too much water before bedtime)turns into a two-hour foray…
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Where the Oak and White Pine Grow
I remember being 9 years old,having heard stories about Camp Roger from my older sister and brother and even my dad,running after the service to the information shelves…
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Brutiful.
I had never heard that term before. Then, on Sunday, I heard it twice in one day. Let me give you the context. Last week Thursday, I went…
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Connections.
Doug and I were enjoying the complimentary happy hour at a historic hotel in South Haven. We had checked in earlier and learned they offered guests complimentary charcuterie…
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An Elegy for my Childhood Home.
Today I peeked, two doors down from you, at my neighbor’s house, which was demolished in 24 hours this week. I tromped through the snow from you, through…
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