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One day when my daughter was about three, I came home, sat on the couch, opened the afternoon newspaper, and buried myself inside its pages.
Jeff Munroe
December 9, 2019
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One day when my daughter was about three, I came home, sat on the couch, opened the afternoon newspaper, and buried myself inside its pages.
Memory is such a trickster. I came across a lost document while helping my dad and stepmom clean out their condo recently, notes from Monday,
Makoto Fujimura operates on a different plane than I do. His art is exhibited worldwide, best-selling author David Brooks refers to him as “my friend”
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Yuck factor warning: what follows will address bodily functions. Our bodies, and the functions of our bodies, are often sources of shame and embarrassment. Ever
In the fall of 1977, Linda Ronstadt came to Michigan State University. In those innocent days, concert tickets were sold at the box office. I
Alone, all aloneNobody, but nobodyCan make it out here alone.– Maya Angelou Hey you, out there in the coldGetting lonely, getting oldCan you feel me?–
When the Buildings and Grounds Superintendent signed up to read a poem, I knew we were onto something. We have a daily community gathering after
To say the late I. John Hesselink was into books is akin to saying Mozart was into music. According to John’s widow Etta, there were
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