The Name I Couldn’t Quite Pronounce

One More Time: What’s Your Name? We’ve settled in at our table, just me and this young girl from Afghanistan. I have to ask her name again. I didn’t catch…
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The Longing for Something Else Our friend has been wanting to move for a long time. She’s been unhappy in her neighborhood. Restless. Disturbed. Ready for something quieter, greener, and…
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Years before my mother died, she wrote letters to each of her children. To be read after she died. I didn’t wait. But she also left other writings behind. Last…
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