On Sundays, I Write for Me

My husband is a musician. When we were first dating, I asked him what he does for fun, when he’s not working on his music. I explained that I listen…

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I Made a Promise to Myself

It was the summer of 1984, not long after my eleventh birthday, and my first trip across the Atlantic would shape my world in ways I never thought possible. We'd…

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