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Life at an Artists' Residency, (Which is and isn't just like Camp)
Yesterday I sat down mid-afternoon, under a robin’s egg blue sky, gazing at the treetops beginning to turn yellow and red. I picked up my...
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Books that Heal
When I was 28 years old, I briefly dated a surgical resident. Perhaps like all surgeons, he was smart, decisive, and pleased with...
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How the Last-Picked-in-Gym Won a Gold Medal
In elementary school, my life divided into two clear zones. There were areas in which I excelled, and areas in which I was pitiful....
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