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Imperfect Timing
Byline: Stacy Appel I was very young, though I imagined I was grown up. When I told him, the first thing he said was, “Are you sure it’s mine?” It hit me like a slap. I remember staring at the buttons...
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Refrains in the Key of G
Byline: Stacy Appel One activity in my life that falls under the category of Gainful Employment has never felt exactly like a job. A few nights each month I work at a music coffeehouse, where I am now...
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Double Decker Dreams
Byline: Stacy Appel When I was young, I longed to be British, unaware that no amount of practice could effect a transformation. I perched on the crimson carpeted staircase halfway between our home’s...
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Summer Lightning
Byline: Stacy Appel The best time to fall in love is in summer. All of nature conspires to restore us to a more sensual relationship with the world. The thrum of commerce, traffic, and familiar...
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Jumping Ship
Byline: Stacy Appel I couldn’t have imagined a more hospitable place to learn to sail than the bay alongside Huatulco, Mexico. The breeze was light and steady under an azure canopy of sky, and the...
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The Art of Goodbye
Byline: Stacy Appel The gift she brought was modest in appearance—a faded white wicker basket, whose handle had seen better days, filled with little string-bound packets, sprigs and cuttings. Inside...
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Meltdown
Byline: Stacy Appel Camp Robin Hood wasn’t at all what I expected. For one thing, no one had happened to mention the heat. In the glossy brochure photos, the campers looked uniformly cool and...
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The First Big Break
Byline: Stacy Appel They say winning isn’t everything, but standing here before you tonight, gazing out into a sea of rapt friends, admirers, co-workers, a couple of neighbors (hey, Wilson family!)...
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Windfalls
Byline: Stacy Appel A few nights ago I was lucky enough to attend a concert of Persian classical music. Unlike concert-goers at a folk or jazz performance, this audience sat entirely still in the...
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Grace Notes
Byline: Stacy Appel Few of my Thanksgivings as a grown woman have been spent with immediate family. My parents are long gone and my brother lives in a different part of the country, so over the years...
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