Stockbridge to Boston

That James Taylor song he wrote for his baby nephew, I sang it to my son the other night at bedtime. I’d heard the song on line at the grocery store, and had tried not to get choked up as I laid my items on the conveyor belt. At bedtime I looked up the lyrics […]

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People talk about their exes, their exes they still talk to, the exes they still love, the exes who are inexorably linked to their sense of self. I don’t have much in the way of romantic exes. My husband is someone who was briefly an ex, and I have ex friends, which in almost every […]

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Kids in space

“Mommy, when I grow up, you can come visit me where I live in space. You can get blasters on my motor bike then you could use it to come visit, and daddy can, too.” I don’t know what came over me but I started crying. I tried to hold it in, but the prospect […]

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