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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…

Born to Lean In

Two years after I skidded haplessly into the ranks of grandparents with the arrival of our mysterious man-child, the new generation gained yet another member. And this one is a girl. Aha! I nod to me, feigning confidence.  Surely…

At the Apple Festival

If I said it once, I said it a hundred times, after we learned my grandson was on the way. I don’t know the first useful thing about little boys. Sure, I have a little brother. I still call him that, though he is a handsome six-feet-plus…

On the Road, Together

It is our first road trip together, just the two of us, this fellow and I, and I consider that fact briefly as we climb into our seats.  Is there something more I should have done to prepare, I wonder--but, too late now.  We are traveling…
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