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Thanksgiving Means Remembering
ByChrisThanksgiving means more once you’ve left home for good. Maybe that’s going away to college. Maybe it’s just moving out on your own for the first time. Thanksgiving starts to mean a return to family, tradition, and history, rather than just another holiday on the calendar. And sometimes it means giving thanks. Is this cliché?…
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Beginning On Purpose
ByChrisBeginnings are opportunity. Many of us stare at a new beginning in the coming days. Wrapped in changing schedules, a return to school, or a relocation. Maybe all of the above. Many of us now exit a sort of hibernation phase. For many of us, this has been the longest ever disruption to our usual…
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Listening, Learning, Doing
ByChrisIt has been quite a month of June and we are only to the 13th. Quite a spring, really. I have written various messages in my head and in notebooks and not quite figured out what I wanted to share, what warranted sharing with you or would be of any benefit. I wrote this last…
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Bearer of Good News
ByChrisSometimes people give us a gift and sometimes their gift is simply that they thought to share news of their own good fortune with us. Today I was thinking back to mid-March when one of our junior women walked—nearly sprang—into our office to tell us, “I got the Rogers!” Sofia meant a competitive summer research…
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Reminders
ByChrisThe leaves remind me. Seven years I have walked or driven along Terwilliger Boulevard almost every day. Thin Oregon Ash line the southern sidewalk for a stretch of several blocks, from the Subway shop on down to my turn at Alice. Most of each year they stand thick with green leaves rustled by spring and…
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Not her first rodeo
ByChris“Poison Control, this is Janet. How can I help you?” Hers was the calm confidence you want to hear in an emergency. This was my first call to the Poison Control hotline, but I could tell by Janet’s voice—warm, a touch grandmotherly—we were in good hands. I gave her the quick rundown. My son had eaten…
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