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　　All my life， I’ve had this recurring dream that causes me to wake up feeling strange． In it， I am a little girl again， rushing about， trying to get ready for school． 　　”Hurry， Gin， you’ll be late for school，” my mother calls to me weight lifting equipment． I am hurrying， Mom！ Where’s my lunch? What… Tovább »

　　Sweet, wild berries plucked from roadside patches are a delightful side benefit of camping. Each summer, my husband Bob and I would send the kids off with their little metal buckets and the next day we would all enjoy the fruits of their labor: raspberry pancakes turned on the grill or firm blackberries to dot… Tovább »