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Born free. Live within the confines of the garden, please.

Churchy the three-legged turtle was waiting for this moment. The wind was just right to blow open the garden gate. It's a new gate, much more aesthetically pleasing than the old one, and we hadn't quite figured out how to keep it closed.

Meanwhile, we, his human family, went about our day, blue skies and upper 70s when Sven had predicted storms. Read More 
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Telling stories on people

I read the obituaries almost every day. It's not an obsession with death. It's an obsession with people's stories. I can't possibly catch all the good ones, but I try to keep up. Years ago a friend clipped one from a small-town paper that described a beloved old lady renowned for her delicious fried children.  Read More 
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What's this "we" $h!t?

"What's this 'we' $h!t?" That's what my dad would say in response to any statement that started with "we" and was followed by "should." He didn't enjoy being told what ought to be done, especially if it involved him. Hmmmm. Perhaps this is in the DNA.

The phrase comes to mind because lately  Read More 
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Umm. I believe the sky is falling.

Grace came home a week ago with the idea that she should spend a semester abroad her junior year of high school. She thinks New Zealand sounds good, since they speak English and thus her grades would suffer less than if she had to speak a foreign language. "That sounds great," I said, summoning acting skills I haven't used since I played Henny Penny in the high school production of Story Theater. Although this time, the sky was actually falling and I had to pretend everything was cool. Read More 
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