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• It's Not Just a Movie

  February 22, 2009

  •  Tonight, as everyone knows, is the Oscars ceremony. I have to admit that I did not see many of the movies, not because of time, but because I cannot watch films that involve some kind of trauma. It’s not an anti-violence thing with me. I used to see all kinds of movies.But within the last 10 years, something inside me started reacting to scenes in which characters were emotionally or ...
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• Another Voice

  February 13, 2009

  • Earlier this week, I received an e-mail from a woman named Maria, who was a boarder about four years before I was. (To protect her privacy, I am not including her last name. In her note, she gave me permission to reprint it.) Since I started this blog, I have been searching online for women who had boarded at this school and contacted her through a social media site. As with any person who’s ...
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• Scrubbed

  February 1, 2009

  • Bath time marked the start of the evening during my summer  with my aunt and uncle. In Puerto Rico, most people shower before dinner. (I’ve always thought that savvy burglars could take this opportunity to slip in and out of houses all over the island, while everyone was showering.) You’d wash off the day’s sweat and put on a clean dress. Refreshed, you’d sit down to eat. Most times, my ...
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• Beyond Basic Training

  January 24, 2009

  • When I walk my dog Java, we two are of three minds. There’s Java’s doggy brain, hardwired by the genes of a black lab and pointer. I, the dog walker, have one mind. I, the writer, get my own complete set of neurons. The three set out on the same walk, different paths.In Java’s head, a walk means more than taking care of business. (And, it’s a good thing she’s a girl. Our walks would be ...
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• Reunion

  January 22, 2009

  • Ever wonder what it's like to reunite with your best friend from grade school? Earlier this week, I had a wonderful evening with someone I'd not seen since I was 10 years old--nearly 40 years ago. My friend said it was like a homecoming. Indeed: http://tinyurl.com/9a2rv9
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