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precious daughters: a kaddish for Amanda Simmons

I was writing about books. Letting go of books. A preemptive kaddish for books turns out I couldn’t part with. The occasion was my daughter’s return from China. And driving up, by way of the Coast, from L.A. where her … Continue reading

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