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Dealing with a suddenly empty nest

Like the finches camped out on our porch, we needed to let our kids fly.

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The celebration of a lifetime

We worried that my grandmother’s 100th birthday party would draw a small crowd. How happy we were to be wrong.

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I learned about friendship by watching my mom and her friends at the kitchen table

Chatting and laughing, my mom and her old pals set an example that endures decades later.

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Decades later, memories from Mom and Dad

The letters stashed in an old desk stirred up painful memories — and reminders of my parents’ love.

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After a bad breakup, I skipped dating apps and downloaded Petfinder

My bruised heart needed unconditional love. I found it on my phone, but not quite where I expected.

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Memories of picking blueberries with my grandmother

My grandmother’s spirit stays with me decades later, especially at the breakfast table.

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My childhood seizures could have been terrifying, but my dad made it OK

His simple analogy helped me understand, and made having a brain that works differently seem cool.

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Mission of Burma’s bassist finally gets rid of his record collection

What does it take to get an aging rocker to part with his beloved vinyl records?

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My husband calls me ‘Madame Lasagna.’ And I’m OK with that.

After almost a quarter century, our goofy couple nicknames still have a nice ring to them.

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My dad never forgot how his uncle saved the family

More than half a century later, the unbreakable bond between my dad and his uncle stays with me.

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Our holy trinity: Family, church, and golf

We learned golf etiquette as early as we learned table manners, owned proper course attire, and mastered driving golf carts long before cars.

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How would I hand him over to his new mom? A foster mother’s story

We had protected him and cared for him, but for his new life to truly begin, we had to let him go.

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Bonding with Dad through fishing

Fly fishing provided the occasional détente from the battlefield between daughter and father, and helped us nurture our precarious relationship.

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The not-so-terrible twos

Unlike everyone else, my toddler son doesn’t know I have cancer — and that’s a relief.

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For our honeymoon, we ran the Boston Marathon

From a Tinder profile photo at the Marathon finish line to the altar, one step at a time.

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A granddaughter seeks her grandmother’s secrets

I ask — and ask and ask — until finally, in the dark where I can’t see her face, she tells me.

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When it comes to baseball, my 5-year-old plays by his own rules

Watching my son on the baseball field was frustrating — until I realized I had the game all wrong.

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Back to college with my daughter

We’re learning about schools she’s interested in attending — and, when she looks up from her phone, each other.

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The wedding was a lark, but the marriage has been a gift

This couple is still happily sharing costar billing after 35 years.

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We were headed for divorce. Then everything changed.

Our marriage was mired in something far worse than a rough patch.

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I feel certain Dad is watching over me

Although he died when I was young, he lends a hand when I really need one.

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He who laughs last

My lighthearted grandfather was in pain, and out of jokes. What could I do?

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Those three little magic words

I learned from my mother to be frugal with money — and affection. An unexpected expert helped me change my ways.

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To my late brother on his 50th birthday

We were so young when he died, but my older brother is always with me.

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The magic of musicals

My mother raised me to love Broadway shows. As her memory falters, can we still share that feeling?

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My ‘cool aunt’ role model

I was only a toddler when Aunt Brenda died, but she’s never far away.

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Sorting through my mother’s closets

Winnowing down the possessions of a lifetime shows what really matters.

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Making one last toast to Mom

My mother was gone, but I still felt her presence. A tale of martinis and coincidences.

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To manage my MS, I find inspiration in my fellow patients — and my mother

At 91, my mother already knew what I have only recently learned about the power of exercising in groups.

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Feeling blue at the holidays? Here’s a thought that may help.

During the most wonderful time of the year, sadness sometimes, somehow finds a way to creep in.

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When the face staring back in the mirror is mom’s

My mother isn’t crazy about her profile, but I don’t mind mine — it reminds me of her.

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A precious holiday family heirloom tells the story of generations

Sixty years later, Mom’s Christmas tablecloth captures our family history.

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My dad lived to 101, and as I grow older, I try to keep learning from him

Now that I am beginning to experience glimpses of the aging process, I feel the need to tell him what I’m going through.

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On Veterans Day, reflections in the Wall

A lifetime after a brother’s death in Vietnam, looking for him in Washington — and finding him in Maine.

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In my father’s uneven footsteps

Lessons from my father, a polio survivor, about living life with no regrets.

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My mom, Fran, always had a plan to keep her kids on track

All our lives, our mother made sure we were in the right place at the right time — together.

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Within my family, a bit of a battle over Brahms

A framed print of the composer had watched over generations of my piano-playing family. Would he ever come home with me?

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‘Who’s teaching her to drive?’ A parent’s dilemma

It took me three years to get my driver’s license as a teen. And now it’s my daughter’s turn.

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Dad, me, and a love of reading

He shopped for them on his lunch break, and brought them home to expand my horizons.

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Long ago and far away, ‘Our Bodies, Ourselves’ bonded us as women

We were friends from very different cultures, but the trailblazing classic spoke to us both.

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Dad’s old shirts provide the warm embrace of memory

My father’s clothes were the least remarkable thing about him. After he died, wearing them gave me comfort.

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That time Nana drove from Texas to see my BU soccer game

My grandmother had always shown up for me. The least I could do was return the favor.

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Children are like roses, my mom explained to know-it-all me

As a smart-mouthed preteen, I scoffed at our family’s resourceful gardener, and she answered with love.

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Best friends, via e-mail, forever

Through literally thousands of daily e-mails, we became friends and stayed close over 13 years.

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Staying in tune with my son in college through his Spotify feed

My son and I always related through music. I gave him his space when he went off to school, but followed his listening habits closely.

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My mom and the melting pot

My immigrant parents embraced their new home, showing me and my sisters how to honor both our roots and our future.

080518connections - Mildred Jewett, aka Madaket Millie, holds her white German shepherd, Snoopy, on Nantucket circa 1982. AND Mildred Jewett, aka Madaket Millie, on Nantucket (right) in an undated photo. (Stan Grossfeld/Globe Staff)

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The real spirit of Nantucket has nothing to do with wealthy summer residents

The island has a reputation as an exclusive summer enclave, but my favorite resident was a year-round, down-to-earth legend.

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How my grandmother’s last choice, where to be buried, was for us, not her

She always wanted to be buried with “her people.” The way she defined that term changed, and changed me.

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Where have my bickering siblings gone?

As we age, daily check-ins just feel natural. After all, that’s what Mom would want.

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The neighbor who helped us put down roots in a garden

As the years passed and my children grew, tomatoes and zucchini grew along with our friendship.