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A Postscript for Mr. Jones
... when we write in the moment - especially about someone who mattered to us - it can feel like tossing a message in a bottle into the sea. We don't expect it will come back to us. Not really. Teachers, I think, spend their professional lives doing exactly that, except without the romance of the bottle.
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𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗠𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿t 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗜 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆)
I don’t know when I fell in love with the idea of baseball. This is bothersome, because I like to know exactly when things begin so I can blame them properly later. What drew me to it? Maybe it was that unnaturally beautiful moment in “The Natural” when the beautiful Robert Redford sends the ball screaming into the stadium lights,…
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mother’s day. as always.
Each day we move a little closer to the sidelines of their lives, which is where we belong, if we do our job right. Until the day comes when they have to find a florist fast at noon because they had totally forgotten it was anything more than the second Sunday in May. – Anna Quindlen Or the Fourth Sunday…
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Straight Talk about Curly Hair
It was with a mix of delight and anxiety that I read online today that the perm is making a comeback. Amid the real-life never-ending Netflix drama that is the presidency of Donald Trump, this hair-rising news takes me back to the morning a middle-aged bald man reached across an impressive stretch of time and distance to announce on my…