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I-90 connects me to two places that feel like home: Boston and Seattle

The ribbon of highway connecting me to my past.

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When high school went remote, I forged unbreakable bonds with my friends online

We were no longer “screenagers.” We’d grown beyond that.

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Growing up, I wanted to connect with my half-sister

An ocean and my father’s mysterious silence separated us.

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I never wanted to be a single mom. Then I met her.

Volunteering for Boston CASA, which advocates for kids in foster care, changed everything.

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We became friends underwater. We stayed friends on land.

Fred was my diving instructor — and so much more.

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As things fall apart, Yeats’ 1919 poem ‘The Second Coming’ seems as timely as ever

My friend and I stepped back in time one evening to 1919 when we attended an interactive poetry event.

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I’ve made a furry frenemy who reminds me of the best and worst of all of us

Who can blame a feral cat for not wanting to be my BFF?

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How I learned to embrace that loss and grief had changed me

I thought I just had to soldier on after my husband of 35 years died.