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Going Home (Part 3 of 3)

The departures gate creaks open, admitting the mid-day sun and a puff of air into my stuffy front hallway and illuminating the piles of luggage and Absolute Necessities that travel everywhere.  The pile is crowned by the ragged and ubiquitous…
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The Visit (Part 2 of 3)

A good Girl  Scout or former camp counselor probably would have laid out a schedule, maybe even in writing, with proven estimates of time required for each activity, interspersed with breaks for healthy, pre-approved snacks.  Instead,…
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The Arrival (Part 1 of 3)

I don't know if you've ever been smack dab in the path of a tornado, as I once was, many years ago, but it's true what they say:  There's an unsettling, yellow-tinged calm all around, just before the maximum-force winds blast through.  That…
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