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I thoughtfully listen to the familiar sounds in my neighborhood as I bend down to pick up the dead autumn leaves from the gravel floor of our garden: my neighbor playing ball with her grandchild, the sound of a broom sweeping away dry leaves, the tinkling sound of a...
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I faced a series of losses so devastating they threatened to undo me. Over the course of two days I learned that two of my friends were killed while returning from a humanitarian aid mission to a remote mountain community in Central Asia. Then, before I had a chance...
It had been a tough three-and-a-half years. Everyday life takes all day on this windswept grassy knoll at the end of the world, but I did find time to chat with neighbors and get to know people. In the round mud-brick home next to ours lived a woman who...