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Skiing With My Mother’s Mittens

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My mother’s mittens are soft and worn, of black leather and insulated with red nylon and down fill. I wore these fifty-year-old mittens every day this past March and wondered what she would have thought of my extravagances: an EPIC pass in my pocket and accommodations just a short…By Jeanne|
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Learning to Say Goodbye to your Children is an Overrated Skill

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The following article was originally published on GrownandFlown.com.I scoffed at the parents, briefcases in hand, dressed smartly, waving furiously and tearing up at the “Goodbye Window.” I donned an ensemble of sweats, maybe even the t-shirt I’d slept in, and a hat…By Jeanne|
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How Instagram Helps My Writing

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I took a “Writing from Personal Experience” class in Cambridge taught by Mopsy Strange Kennedy. An exercise she often assigned us involved going on “writerly walks.”  She encouraged us to travel our usual paths but make the effort to really notice – maybe for the first…By Jeanne|
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Patience and Purpose in Jury Duty

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I had a feeling when I showed up on October 1st my number would get called. I had a pretty flexible week, no true hardship. I had no bias to claim, no obvious conflicts of interest. It did in fact take an interview of almost 90 potential jurors to select the 14 of us who would…By Jeanne|
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Sea Worthy

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Our boat was loaded down with golf clubs, hostess gifts, costumes for a Saturday night party, bedding, clothing, and cheese and crackers. The dog was at the sitter's and the sun was high in the sky. Our plan was to stop first at the gas dock in Avondale before starting our journey…By Jeanne|
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An Organized Library: A Labor of Love

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There is something about organizing my library that feels like putting my mind in order. Not so much my mind as my memories. Holding a book and turning it over in my hands, I recall the story, the characters, or sometimes just the message that it imparted. It is probably yet another…By Jeanne|
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