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Tori Bachman
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I'd have more time for writing
I’d have more time for writing if I didn’t love the evening read-and-huggle routine with Zippy. If he didn’t smell like toothpaste and sunshine, if he didn’t curl up perfectly in the C of my body, simply a larger version of the infant he was when he came ou...

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For the love of Nacho
Just around the time I was starting to wonder if Nacho really loves me -- or if he really just uses me for food -- I read this article that confirms what I'd hoped: He really likes hanging out with me. Maybe he even loves me, and I know now I love him. Nach...

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Look up
I walk a lot. It's one of the pieces of my Portland lifestyle that I value most, in fact: countless trails, parks, paths, and sidewalks that not only get me where I need to be, but also show me woods and sea and proud old homes and all sorts of loveliness. ...

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"She's taller than my dad!"
"I wonder if she can slam dunk." "Jake's mom is gonna hit her head  on  the door." "She's taller than my dad!" These are things often overheard when I drop my kids at school. Kids don't whisper quietly. Yet none of these comments are new, mind you. I've hea...

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Winter in Maine is
They tell us it's spring now, as of Monday morning, these experts who know about seasons and time and things. There are signs of spring, of course -- the sun certainly shines brighter and longer into the evening, the birds sing more confidently, and faces I...

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So I left a note on a car...
"Hello, Tori? This is Maureen." The voice is unfamiliar, somewhat tentative; I didn't recognize the phone number. I pause, put a smile in my voice, and respond, "Hello? I'm sorry, who?" "Maureen. You put a note on my car yesterday." Oh no. My stomach flips....

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Glimpses of spring in winter
I'm sitting on a park bench in New York City, overlooking 42nd Street just east of Grand Central Station, waiting for the bus that will take me home from a lovely girlfriend getaway in Manhattan. Right now it's an unseasonable 62 degrees and sunny; yesterda...

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#WhyIMarch, part 2 - for my sons
A note to my sons on the night before the Women's March Hi, guys. I've been thinking a lot about this march, as you know, this week...and last week...and the week before...and as the day gets closer, I'm feeling pretty anxious about leaving you and travelin...

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#WhyIMarch
Zippy and I hiked in the woods the other day, following the icy trails around Evergreen Cemetery. The cold air stung our eyes but the sun shone warm and bright, and it felt great to breathe fresh air. As he skipped and hopped and twirled beside, in front, a...

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Christmas snow and solstice simmerings
Has this fall been darker than previous years? Maybe. But probably not. You know by now, just by reading my last few posts, that I've been scared. I've been angry. I've been sad. The world doesn't make much sense to me when I think about what's outside the ...
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