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The killdeer build their nest along the gravel drive. Small,
long-legged birds, the pair of them guarding their clutch
of. . .
I was fifteen. My father and I stood
at the basement threshold, shouting
at each other, maybe the only time.
The tennis match was still on
and while some watched, some sat around
and shucked oysters, cut them from their shells,. . .
Padding Uber and Lyft's bottom line with taxpayer money.
Age-old anti-labor strategies get a liberal twist.
The push to reopen the schools pulls parents in all directions.