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It wasn’t something I had forgotten, but something I had no cause to recall, until Don and I were relaxing on the couch, watching a YouTube video about people who experienced sleep paralysis, which are episodes where the person awakens, is aware of their surroundings but cannot speak or move…

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Shortly before I sat down to write, I was waiting for the washing machine to finish its spin cycle so I could transfer the clothes to the dryer. I was passing the time with a monkey puppet on my right hand, using it to wrestle our squirrel.

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It was a gorgeous spring day and I was headed for home when I got delayed at a particularly long traffic light. As I sat there, I noticed a cluster of men, all wearing professional business attire, waiting for the light to change.

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After the death of my youngest daughter, Camille, I tried a variety of ways to deal with my grief. I read books and articles on coping with loss, attended counseling through hospice, joined a support group for parents who lost children.

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When my daughter was little, the house where we lived had a four-person hot tub that didn’t work and couldn’t be fixed. One day, upon learning company was coming on short notice, I realized the tub was the ideal place—with its large size and heavy lid (and the assumption that such things are…

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Despite being a deeply frugal person, I have never been one for making returns. I suspect my aversion ties back to a long-ago incident at the St. Albans Kmart, which left me gun shy.

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When I was in my early teens, our family’s old German shepherd, Bonnie Bell von Groaner, reached the point where our parents were talking about having her put to sleep. Bonnie’s hips and back had given out, she was severely diabetic, and an accidental overdose of cortisone had damaged her he…

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In my last column, I wrote about my excitement over having a wild bird land on my head. Now, I’ve just come inside from having fed two. One Eastern Phoebe waited on our deck rail while another ate her fill from the palm of my hand. The moment she left, the second took her place, chirping swe…

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Global supply chain horror stories have some of us running scared about being able to find—and receive in time—thoughtful gifts for those on our list this Christmas. Usually by now, I’ve finished most of my shopping, but this time around, I’ve barely begun. I normally have so many ideas, mon…

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Don and I were recently watching a Netflix show, “Locke & Key,” about a family whose ancestors created keys with magical abilities. For instance, the angel key enables the bearer to sprout wings and fly, and the anywhere key transports the holder anywhere in the world they visualize as t…