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I will never plant my garden again without sturdy little petunias.
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I set up a canvas chair in my back yard, but before I can turn around and sit down, my cat has leaped into it. I could remove Rosie, of course, but if you’re a pet owner you know what I do.
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My first year in college I met a fellow who was a couple years older... I was dazzled by his attention—so dazzled that I couldn’t see clearly, couldn’t see him at all
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My mother told me that when she was a little girl, there were times she couldn’t sleep at night. “I would lie in bed and imagine that somewhere in the world a single gas station was open,” she said.
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I recently came upon a list I gave my daughter in 1995 when she was 22 years old and leaving for a year in Vienna. A list called, “What I Know So Far.” A list of 30 things I believed and wanted to pass on to her.
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This time of year, the water is muddy with runoff from melting snow. My life feels the same, clogged with debris from the past, cloudy with regrets.
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In 1964, when they were middle-aged, my parents moved to Traverse City, Michigan, from Grand Rapids — where they had lived all their lives.
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It’s Memorial Day and I’m visiting my parents’ graves at Oakwood Cemetery, a lovely scene of well-kept lawns and ancient trees. I sit on the grass and talk quietly with the two people whom I dearly miss despite our various conflicts.
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“Maybe I wasn’t the greatest mom,” I said, “but I must have done a few things right.” “None,” my daughter said, grinning.