I’m not sure at what point it became clear to my mother that my biological father (father #1) was not going to make good family material but a clear indicator might have been the occasion of my birth. As my mother tells it, he was around briefly for the actual birth but sort of...
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Barb moved in about a block and a half from our house when I was 16 and, because she was new to the neighborhood, slowly and shyly melded into our group of pals that included several other houses on our block. We mostly hung out around my house because I had a yard big...
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I’ve always had a problem with cliques; the little exclusionary groupings that insulate people from one another for, usually, superficial reasons. Cliques are most common in school settings, even through college (although they’re usually on the wane there) and, hopefully, by the time a person enters the real world, these things are gone for...
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At 16, when I started working at Jack’s music store, I didn’t really know Jack all that well other than to note that he was a divorced, forty-something, musician friend of my mother’s who owned a couple of stores in the area. A professional organist himself, Jack set up a brisk business selling organs...
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