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Native Places: Smells like Rain
Smells like Rain The hunter sat waiting and looking up in a beech-wood. “The leaves were whispering faintly over my head,” wrote Ivan Turgenev. “You could have told the time of year from their whisper alone.” “Partly cloudy, wind NNW, 62F,” a weather app might have...
Native Places: Laughter of Children
The Laughter of Children “My neighborhood is so damn quiet,” a friend said. “When we moved in thirty years ago, children were everywhere. Now it’s quiet and all of a sudden we’re old.” Just then laughter parted the air. Children were playing nearby. “It’s the...
NATIVE PLACES: The National Memorial for Peace and Justice
The National Memorial for Peace and Justice Most of us remember where we were on September 11, 2001, just as an earlier generation remembers where they were when John F Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. were assassinated. When I visited The National Memorial for...