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  • Of Trees and Roots and Names of Things

    When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…

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    When my brother and I left for college, I wrote a poem about my mom called “Still Life”. The image was one of my mother…