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Cassidy’s Corner | In Our Dotage

Cassidy’s Corner | In Our Dotage

As I left the front door this morning, I saw the moonflower folding on its vine. A whiff of regret swept over me for the subtle and seductive scent dissolving, the green sepals forcing that purest white leaf inward. I stopped myself and looked hard at the dying...

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Cassidy’s Corner | Home Equals Hope

Cassidy’s Corner | Home Equals Hope

Home Equals Hope: Edith Macefield's Legacy Sunday, I read an article on the front page of the NYTimes, "House That Wouldn't Budge (or Float Away) Faces a Last Stand." What struck me most in the article was this universal desire to live and die in our own homes. The...

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Our Friends | The Song of the Sea Urchin

Our Friends | The Song of the Sea Urchin

I was thinking as I ran on the beach this morning about the ephemerality of life, the beauty. I was thinking how much of a distraction beauty is, a wonderful distraction but a distraction that sometimes moves aside. This displacement of beauty can happen with its loss...

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Cassidy’s Corner | Shortbread and Brawn

Cassidy’s Corner | Shortbread and Brawn

My father-in-law liked to read, eat sweets and drink whisky. Most of all he liked to make money. He had an unconscious habit of shaking coins in his hand–a reminder? My mother-in-law used to call him moneybags but that was after they were divorced. Mr. Mac, as I used...

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Our Friends | His Strong Toil of Grace

Our Friends | His Strong Toil of Grace

Doug said he didn’t like Shakespeare: “too difficult.” Yet, he quoted Macbeth as he remembered reading every work of Faulkner when he was serving his country in Taiwan in 1967: "A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” Towards the end of...

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Cassidy’s Corner | The Orchard of My Mother

Cassidy’s Corner | The Orchard of My Mother

My mother loved to read and to drive fast. When she crashed her car into the handicapped elevator at the back of the library, she didn’t stop reading but she did decide to stop driving. Wisdom does come with age–she was 84. Two years before on Christmas Eve, we had...

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