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HALF-EMPTY MASON JAR By LESLIE SMITH TOWNSEND Contributing Editor Satisfaction is a state of mind. When you look at a
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HALF-EMPTY MASON JAR By LESLIE SMITH TOWNSEND Contributing Editor Satisfaction is a state of mind. When you look at a
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HALF-EMPTY MASON JAR By LESLIE SMITH TOWNSEND “Now there’s a car that costs $200,000,” my husband Loren says as we’re
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HALF-EMPTY MASON JAR By LESLIE SMITH TOWNSEND It’s winter now in Kentucky with snow the size of communion wafers falling
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HALF-EMPTY MASON JAR By LESLIE SMITH TOWNSEND Facing away from the small resort town of Leland, Michigan, out toward the
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HALF-EMPTY MASON JAR By LESLIE SMITH TOWNSEND Feet pounding and arms pumping, I round the corner of the running track,
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HALF-EMPTY MASON JAR By LESLIE SMITH TOWNSEND Lately, like any good existentialist—say Camus and Kierkegaard—I’ve been wondering what makes me,
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By LESLIE SMITH TOWNSEND “Harriet’s moving,” Loren, my husband announced, walking through the front door. “Where to?” I asked. “Minnesota.
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