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    Of bunk beds and big brothers

    When we were little, my older brother and I shared a room. We had a wooden bunk bed, a deep reddish-brown varnished pine, with streaks of pale yellow where I had gnawed on the rounded bed posts. I remember the bitter taste of the varnish and the hint of the pine. Bedpost gnawing was a […]

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    A girl’s imagination runs wild

    Four year old Mads has been having trouble getting to sleep lately. She starts drifting off, then explodes into an over-excited state, fidgeting around, rearranging her room, re-aligning all of the stuffed bears who perch atop the battered old red sofabed we keep in her bedroom. She selects a different stuffed animal every night, chats […]