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I’m not sure how the song came to be stuck in my head. I hadn’t been listening to oldies; hadn’t thought of the song in decades. But there, between my ears, was Anne Murray, belting out her ‘83 hit on seemingly endless repeat.

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For decades, I’ve been collecting quotes, tacking them one atop another on my bulletin board. Digging through the layers can be like trying to read my own memoir, only cryptic, as I sometimes puzzle to recall what was happening in my life that caused a quote to resonate enough to be saved.

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Over the years, I’ve been asked why I kept the surname Fuller, even though we weren’t married all that long and had no children together. To be honest, I kept it because my maiden name, Tauscher, is difficult for people to spell, much less pronounce. And the name game was aggravating enough …

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I had finished the book I was reading, had no lingering work to complete, and Don was chasing a deadline, so would be tied up for hours. It was late enough not to want to start a new project of my own, so I snuggled into bed with the remote control.

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By the time these words reach your paper, my nest will once again be empty. My girl will have moved, this time to a small town just outside of Charlotte. Celeste has a new job lined up, which she’ll be starting in January. She has a great little apartment waiting for her with one of her best…

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A few readers have asked for an update on the baby squirrel we found days before leaving on a two-week trip to my brother’s house. When we first came upon the little guy, he had been trapped in a storage building and was badly dehydrated. But since the wildlife rescue groups we reached out t…