There’s an example of all that is good buzzing at the end of our block. It’s a home being re-built. My friend Judith lost half her house from the wind. It was the only victim of Hurricane Irma in our neighborhood. Her oak tree, with hundreds of rings, gave in to one of the last
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Love looks like so many things. The little symbols are the most endearing, like the weedy bloom my son Matt picked from a neighbor’s lawn and brought to her door when he was four. It also looks like the long floral dress Matt bought me at a neighborhood yard sale when he was eight. That
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E. E. Cummings wrote the perfect poem of love. It reaches right into your soul. My favorite line is, “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)” A heart within a heart is such a tender image. And then you consider the weight of the promise. To carry a heart inside
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My friend Mark’s mom just died. They were very close. My mom Rita died when I was 22. Mark is 57. He had more time with his mother, but I doubt it hurts less. Part of your heart is carved out when your mother dies, and you can only hope it grows back. Mark understood the
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This morning our foster puppy Maggie was a toasty little bean bag in my lap. We sat in an upholstered rocker by a window, rocking and looking out at a tall magnolia and the milky sky. When she started to drift into sleep she tucked her head in the crook of my arm and I
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I walked into the lobby and saw a vet tech turn the corner with a bag of bones dangling from her arms. It looked like a burn victim, red and blistered. She asked me if I would take it and I said yes. Turns out she was a five-month-old, eleven-pound mess named Maggie. Someone found
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I have a friend who is an A+ dad. He goes to every soccer game and school event. He has breakfast with his girls every Friday morning at the same restaurant. He even drove for eight hours, inch by inch in a snowstorm, to spend the night with them when they were stranded at school.
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Love, my mother’s was crazy. She was the one who waved wildly from the audience with a crazy, toothy smile. The only thing that could make her happier than seeing me perform in a school play was a credit card with no limit or my admission to Harvard. My mother thought everything I did was
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The invitation said “party.” It was a love happening. The night before Moira’s chemotherapy began, my friend Saye surprised her best friend with a joyful party. She wanted Moira to feel loved and supported as she began a heartless journey with stage 4 breast cancer. Friends chauffeured Moira down Saye’s wooded driveway and greeted her
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The Thistle Farm’s motto is, “Love Heals Every Body.” If you spent some time with the women who work there, you would it’s true. My husband Mark and I went to Whole Foods on Saturday morning because Thistle Farms was doing a special event. We sell their candles and bath products at our home goods store. Thistle Farms
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