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When our parents sold their house, it beckoned us back for one final meal

The screened-in porch my parents added as a young couple held so much more for our family decades later.

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After my husband died, I couldn’t bear to part with his car
As a recent widow, changing the registration felt like erasing my husband.

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My family insisted on removing a ‘bad luck’ mole on my face when I was young. I’ll never force my daughter to change hers.

I’ve handed down my DNA, but not my family’s harmful superstitions.
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How a Haymarket fishmonger I met years ago reminded me there’s still true grace in the world

The protest I’d just marched in weighed on me as I stopped at the historic Boston market on my way home.

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When I was a kid, I had no idea my dad was a CIA spy
The day my mom accused my dad of being a spy, I wanted to share more. But my family was big on silence.

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How moving back to my old house came as a surprise
I couldn’t have guessed where new love and a new marriage would take me.

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Our refrigerator art is a gallery of our life as a family
Every time I reach for the milk, the eggs, or a beer, I see photos of loved ones in our refrigerator collage.

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When I ran into one of my patients at the train station, I also faced my conscience
Seeing a patient who‘d been sleeping rough overnight forced me to confront my own limitations.

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My mom lived up to her nickname of Hot Rod Harriet even after her death

Mom walked fast, drove faster, and fast-talked her way out of countless speeding tickets.

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My love affair with the Boston Celtics began over 70 years ago in Oregon

I watched my first Celtics game on a black-and-white TV in 1953. I’m still a fan.

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A trip to the grocery store opened my eyes to what I’d been missing in my life

I gained time by scanning my own groceries in self-checkout. But there was an unexpected cost.

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Bees terrified me. Then my beekeeper grandfather asked for my help.

The summer I moved in with my grandparents, I had to face one of my greatest fears.

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People say: To have a good job, find a good boss. I was lucky to find one.

At Smith College, Lorna Blake worked hard, loved what she did, and was fair with her staff. Now it’s my turn to help her.

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Unexpected lessons in a Jamaica Plain high rise

There's a quiet revolution unfolding within the 30-story building where I live, driven by possibility and the power of connection of its 400 residents.

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My mom, a nurse, treated me through childhood illnesses. In her final days, it was my turn to step up.

“You’re my best patient,” my mom told me when I was a sickly child. Later, I returned her loving care.

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You need something in common to bond with strangers. For us, it was owls.

What I learned about owls while waiting in line at King Arthur Baking Company.