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A few years ago, I was visiting a friend in Sicily during one of those slow Septembers when the heat finally starts to let up.

We were halfway through a road trip to see my daughter’s family in Tennessee when the rain started. Hard, relentless sheets pounded the windshield, and

Back in the early spring, I took a train ride up to New York to visit my cousin Nancy—someone I don’t see often enough now

On a breezy autumn afternoon, I was clearing out my garage—reminiscing over old photo albums with my husband—when a childhood memory hit me like the

One day of autumns ago, I struck up a chat with an older gentleman sitting beside me at a community center lunch. We were both