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(This essay is dedicated to my curious nieces, who are also a part of the story I know by heart…) The Beguines existed for less than a...

Yesterday, I created the September porch–also a yearly ritual.  I planted mums and put out my artificial pumpkins.  With so many...

The impervious feeling of youth is a delicious drunk of newness and firsts: first apartment, first true love, first heartbreak; the...