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As he whispered "I love you," I felt like one day, someday, I might be able to say it back.
The St. Timothy's youth group has for the last twenty-six years earned all of the money it needed to take its annual ski trip by "flocking." Flocking is a tradition that makes the decorator in me cringe and makes the rest of me laugh. The youth group puts dozens of plastic pink flamingos in someone's yard. In order to get the

"All these years of fighting and hating me over this fence, and you want it back up?" He sniffed. "I rather like the fence. It's good for growing tomatoes. And I don't like seeing into your yard." "The feeling is mutual." Mom looked at Mr. Solomon intently. "So if I put the fence bach up, you won't terrorize me anymore? You won't say it's four inches on your property or threaten to watch me with security cameras or a

Could I? I tossed and turned over that conservation for weeks and actually rethought a lot of things about my relationship in the wake of my husband even mentioning something as crass and vile as my getting pregnant by a stranger. One night a couple of months later, I was walking home and passed a happy family with one child in a stroller and the other on his father's shoulders. It made me feel so irreparably empty.

Have you ever noticed how someone telling you to relax makes you more uptight? Emerson appeared beside me and handed me a cup of water. "Have you completely lost your mind? Do you honestly think that I would drink hospital water?" "OK," the nurse said. "Here it is. Your big, beautiful birthing suite." There was a curtain. I looked at my mom. I didn't have to say another word. "Ma'am," she said, "is it possible to get

I was still holding Emerson, who was a good fifty-five ponds by then. At my barely 110, I can't explain how I carried her, with the blush on those tiny cheeks, for the five blocks from school to home. I remember the astonishment in her big blue eyes. Even back then, you could tell that she was the most beautiful one. As vain as I was, it didn't bother me. She was my pet. I was proud that she was beautiful. I felt lik