
Rediscovering Ruth
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John and I moved last weekend. It was a long, tough two days. We schlepped a bunch of heavy items across town only to discard them. A couch, for instance…. Somehow we lost all my underwear. But we also found random relics from the past, which always happens when you move. A shirt I hadn’t seen in two years, a report my 22-year-old did in fourth grade, and a folder of clippings. Continue Reading