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   Lisa Ekdahl, where have you been all my life?
    I remember the excitement, there on Commonwealth Avenue in Boston, when I’d walk down the steps into...

   It was family day at East Hampton Bowl, though I didn’t know it at first on Sunday as I took our 8-year-old daughter there mid-afternoon just to get out of the house.
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   “Where do wars and internecine strife go?” the New Year asked on arriving at the dump.
    “Here, in nonreconcilables,” came the answer....

   “Where do wars and internecine strife go?” the New Year asked on arriving at the dump.
    “Here, in nonreconcilables,” came the answer....

   There’s no doubt that the story was highly exaggerated, but when I was a child I heard it said my grandmother was so strong that she had once carried a claw-foot bathtub in her...

   A few years ago on Gustavia’s main street, beside the yacht-laden harbor, outside the Cartier shop, a pedestal stood. On the pedestal was a stainless, bejeweled watch sitting on...

   Cramer, they called him around the documentary film company where I worked in the early 1990s, and although I doubt Richard Ben Cramer would have remembered me from those days, the...

   Sitting in the living room last week, I enjoyed the warmth and dance of a fire in the fireplace as I began reading “Team of Rivals,” the book by Doris Kearns Goodwin on...

   Since a well-regulated militia is no longer necessary to the security of our free state — the National Guard and well-regulated police forces ought to be ample in that regard...