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C-rack! the falling acorns strike the rooftop like bullets, one every minute or so. When it’s windy, semi-automatic nut-fire makes my HSD (Highly Sensitive Dog) duck under the nearest chair. The oak’s offerings inform me to make like a squirrel and get busy. It’s a call to arms: Write harder, truer, bigger. Autumn makes me …

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“You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.” ~ letter from John Keats to Fanny Brawne Two weddings and an anniversary, oh my! Saturday we celebrated twenty-two years of marriage (yes, we feel old) by attending two weddings, the first a home wedding …

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Homesick Labor Day weekend=the homecoming of the college freshmen after three long weeks. One twin greets us warmly but casually and goes up to settle in for a nap; the other cries when she walks into her freshly painted bedroom—“Sorry I’m just emotional right now.” Poor child. Homesickness is real, and it’s hard, especially for …

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