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To Nanny, On Her 91st Birthday
Arrive. DING-donggggg. Shuffle shuffle inside. Tentative door open that got less tentative once she saw who it was. Echoey voices in the hallway leading up to the kitchen, where we’d say our hellos and...
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I was eight years old when I sent Beverly Cleary a very long and urgent handwritten letter, wherein I patiently explained that she and her writing meant – well, absolutely EVERYTHING to me. In my...
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I still haven’t unpacked from my trip to New York and my grandmother’s funeral, which was three weeks ago. The night I got back, it was late and I was exhausted and very emotional. I did take a few...
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