September 6, 1995   Dear Mark and Katie:   We’ve not seen you much at church lately, Katie, and Mark, we’ve not had the chance to talk to you. We didn’t get the opportunity to say ‘goodbye’; we’re not sure that you knew we were leaving. And because you’re special to us, we don’t want…

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September 9, 1995   Dear Mom,   The apple pie was delicious. Couldn’t have been better. You’ve still got the magic touch with crust. We shared one slice for dinner when we got home– For lunch yesterday, we split the other piece with cheddar cheese melted on it. No gourmet had a better dessert.  …

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She Could Have Been Me with Feathers In Olympic Park, Washington, gray jays perched in the trees, swooped near, tickling our ears with the sound of their wings. One mother bird didn’t join the flight but watched two of her brood act out their adolescent attitudes. Out on a limb they fought, nipped, snipped, shoved…

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