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At the Boston Women’s March: The Seeds are Planted

At the Boston Women’s March yesterday, I joined thousands and thousands. At one elbow stood an elderly woman, worried about health care and the loss of common decency, and at the other stood a male M.I.T. student, worried about the rights of others … Continue reading

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Stranger Things in the Age of Trump

[Spoiler alert for Stranger Things, “A Sound of Thunder,” and the feeling that everything is going to be all right.] I walk into the kitchen as my husband rushes out the door for work. “I’m halfway through an article on the Sandy … Continue reading

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What the Duckpin?

I grab a grimy ball and shuffle to the lane. Visualize! Firm wrist. Go straight. Follow through. The little ball finds the gutter. Again. A groan escapes my lips. I could be home on the couch. Middle-aged and empty-nested, I’ve … Continue reading

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Cantering: As Easy as Falling Off a Horse

I bounced along in a fast and much too dangerous canter, which I’d just learned is like a gallop with a missing beat. I had been trotting so well, too, even lifted a hand from the saddle to give my mother-in-law … Continue reading

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Appointment at Tooth-Hurty

Her hands are in my mouth, poking, scraping, setting up X-ray cards. I bide my time for a chance to complain. I stare at a spot on the ceiling, bright blue sky, white clouds, pink spring blossoms in the corner … Continue reading

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Dance Like Pachamama’s Watching

A lone woman, burdened by sticks, enters the village square. Soon there’s another … seven … twenty. Their bonfire warms our cheeks, ignites our imaginations. They’ve circled, in blurs of accelerating joy, since before Spaniards arrived to conquer a land, … Continue reading

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Deleted moments

I love the move to digital photography with its endless chances to get the shot right, and I delete the bad ones as I go along. When I sifted through a box of old, curled up family photographs, though, I realized … Continue reading

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Seeking Treasure: The Thrill of the Chase

My husband pores over web sites, explaining his line-by-line interpretations as he toggles between a Google map and a poem that holds clues to the hidden treasure. He points out canyons and creeks, hots springs and abandoned mines. He has a feverish gleam … Continue reading

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Schadenfreude in My Facebook Feed

Schadenfreude: pleasure derived from the misfortune of another, or, just maybe, from the fortune he never wanted Although he was my mortal enemy and chief bully during my formative years, my brother Steve and I reached a détente when I reached my … Continue reading

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Perfection slips away, one shot at a time

The ball springs off his racket toward my sweet spot; I’ll smash a forehand down the line: racket back, turn sideways, little steps, line it up, track it, bend my knees, follow through — a split second late, and that ball … Continue reading

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