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What will my grandchildren remember of me

The St. Barts locals

It is highly doubtful that safety can be furthered through piling even higher our already-mountainous stockpiles of firepower

Things are not quite the way they used to be here

I am the fire-builder in my house

So began a deep distrust of the subways and their grates

It was a good day for him and a good day for me

This has been a year for reflection necessitated by events, but events that are difficult to process

Being out in the wild landscape — and the blustering wind — of Napeague lifts my spirits

The last thing we need is division when it is quite obvious that the opposite is required for the good of all