The first time I saw him he was sitting on the sun splashed dining room windowsill at my sister’s house in Canada. She had kept him and his brother for a month until they were old enough to get the vaccines needed to enter the US. She and her family called him “The Brave One.”…
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A few hours after arriving home from the hospital with baby Caroline a friend stopped by with dinner for us. She breezed down the hall to the kitchen where she placed the bag containing our supper on the counter, talking all the while about what she had purchased, hoping there would be something that pesco-vegetarian-Tim…
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