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The Gift of MUD
“Well, LIFE is messy… it’s symbolic,” my husband proclaims in his weekly phone call to his parents–three-hundred miles away on the Jersey coast. This is one of those times when I know the people on the...
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The Universe has conspired to reveal signs of spring–even to me–who remains indoors, to spite herself, in a boycott of all unseasonable weather. For days now, I’ve watched, as the single green seat...
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