Passing the Baton
On Saturday, March 24th, my 26-year-old daughter and I were among the hundreds of thousands of people gathered on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C., for …
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Magical Times
They’re both Leos, born in the heat of early August. My son, Keegan, almost 28. My grandson, Owen, “mostly” 6, as he likes to say. …
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Getting Over Myself
There I am, among photographs of a dinner table waiting for guests; a peahen, her pale white crest every bit as captivating as her cobalt …
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