Author: nhagberg
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The Grass Is Green…
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He would be 50 now. He would be director of TLC. He would have you laughing at his goofy jokes. And crying at how tender hearted he could be to the people who were least popular. He made them feel like they were whole. Because they were whole to him. And, in his eyes, everyone…
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When Life Takes a Turn, Turn With It
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Thirty-nine years ago tonight I was kidnapped. Taken from my dorm room at midnight, despite my fruitless protests. I had come from a late-night student meeting at Gustavus where I was a senior. I was sick, tired and had my GREs (Graduate Record Exams) early the next morning. And I was greeted at my dorm…
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My Actions Are My Only True Possessions
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Who are you without March Madness? Who are you without the pro tennis circuit? Who are you without the NBA to distract you? The NHL? MLB? Theater? Concerts? Restaurants and bars? Your synagogue, church, mosque, temple? Who are you without your job as custodian? Or teacher? Or fund raiser? Or musician? Or server? Or tennis…