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That’s me, enjoying a perfectly perfect spring day at Mt. Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge, MA

“Why don’t you write a book?”

It’s taken me fifty-five years to answer that question. Why don’t I write a book? Because I can’t. It’s too overwhelming. However, writing a blog offers me the luxury of sharing the stories that would go into the book in manageable chunks. It’s like the elephant. If one eats an elephant they do it one bite at a time. I’ve got a million bites and I am here to share.

Why now? There’s lots to talk about – and I came too close to checking out last November. Yeah, that’s a story, though not the first one I’ll tell.


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