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The Beauty of the Seesaw

You never think a man can come between you and your best friend until he does. It’s the stuff of trashy daytime TV, for people who consider Cheetos a food group and would gladly exchange 15 minutes of fame for a seat on the sofa next to Jerry Springer.

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A Tale of Two Bears

One evening as night began to fall, two mama bears met in the forest. With them were their baby cubs, round bustling balls of fur who believed the world to be one large adventure — every day made for sleeping and every night for exploring at their mother’s sides.

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Football Fever

My son and I are standing on the 50-yard line of a fresh, green football field. Two goal posts on each side. Bleachers in front of us. We’re ready to play, and there’s only one problem: We don’t have a ball.

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A Day In The Life of a Parrot

About a month ago, someone snuck into our house in the dead of night and replaced my son’s voice box with that of a parrot. When I discovered what had happened, my first thought was, “Someone should call the cops.” But then I came to my senses.

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The Blue Bell That Binds Us

At the grocery store the other day, I passed the most curious group in front of the ice cream section. Three elderly people, each with a basket. One leaning on a cane, one with a scooter he’d abandoned on the other side of the aisle and one with a lap dog sticking out of her purse.