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Two or three years ago, I found myself on a list of people who take turns cooking in a soup kitchen. And so, every few months, I do.
I can’t say I particularly look forward to it. But to beg off the list at this point would require a phone call to the organizer. I imagine [...]

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Being a parent for the better part of two decades, I’ve gotten used to accepting the fact that my kids are attracted to things that I don’t like.
When my son Evan was about four, he was shopping with me in a second-hand children’s shop. Rummaging in the forgotten bits at the bottom of one of [...]

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