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Not enough tears

In memory of my first bunkmate at camp, Chapman Quantz McMeekin Over the last month my family has admired a mother Robin preparing for the arrival of new life. The nest was a work of art, even including a piece of mint floss, a shred of a left-over yogurt pop, and

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Cookbook Love

I read cookbooks like novels. A good cookbook takes you on a magic carpet ride into someone else's kitchen "chapel," invites you to peek into their spice cabinets, and eavesdrop on intimate conversations that ensue around their tables. There are stacks of cookbooks scattered all over my kitchen--French, Italian, Vegetarian,

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