When I was growing up, my family was poor. My parents’ divorce meant we didn’t have a lot of money for luxuries like books. As a self-defined bookworm, my library card became my best friend and every birthday and Christmas I begged for new reading material. For my eighth birthday, my uncle gave me the first Harry Potter book. I…

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It was in the making with my Dad, Bob, for about two years: a grand hike on foot from the near-top of Manhattan to the very bottom. There’d been much talk about it but no window of opportunity… until Wednesday, May 31st, the mid-point of my Dad’s visit to my place in Fairfield, CT. We mapped out our route in…

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My youngest sister Dani and I were born 12 years apart, meaning that while I was starting my freshman year of college, she was just starting first grade. While I was coming home from school during winter breaks, she was trying to figure out whether or not Santa was real. When I got home on these breaks, I resumed my position…

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About a month ago, on a Friday around 5 p.m., I was getting ready to leave for the weekend when my boss came to my desk. She asked if I could help move books in the basement. There was a sewage leak that had already destroyed a whole bookshelf full of brand new picture books, and the plumber was worried…

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