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A Writer’s Diary Entries From Late May, 1986

Up on the West Side Highway, we met neighbors of Jami’s and stood near a radio. First everyone sang “We Are the World,” then “Hands Across America.” It was kind of touching to see people of every race and age holding hands, but I wonder if it will do any good other than to make the participants feel better about themselves.

I’m Slowly Learning To Take Things One Step At A Time

I'm Slowly Learning To Take Things One Step At A Time

If you wake up in the morning with a list in your head — feed the dog, do the laundry, run on the treadmill, work eight hours, go grocery shopping — then you’re going to feel overwhelmed. You’re going to want to keep smashing snooze. You’re not going to look forward to the day ahead of you.

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