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Jessica Wolf

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Why Eighth Grade Boys Are The Best

(4) Comments | Posted June 27, 2014 | 6:58 AM

When I used to work with kids on their writing, my favorites were always the eighth grade boys. They didn't even pretend to like to write. "I'm a terrible writer," each would say. Even though that was rarely ever true.

Eighth grade boys would sit at my dining room table...

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Next Stop: Dorm Sheets

(0) Comments | Posted May 8, 2014 | 6:40 AM

So. Your kid got into a college. Or maybe a few colleges. And the decision has been made. You think you can sit back and relax now because that year of stress and arguments, all those months of waiting, they're all behind you, right? Um, not so fast. No sooner...

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Dead After 50

(1) Comments | Posted March 3, 2014 | 3:51 PM

Last Thursday night, I texted a friend: "What should I wear to a Dead show? No tie dye available," and got back, "Tank top, no bra."

"I'm afraid that ship has sailed," I wrote.

I'd been invited to see Bob Weir play. I mostly listen to NPR these days, but...

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What Price Karma?

(3) Comments | Posted January 21, 2014 | 5:43 AM

My last mammogram was scheduled on the hottest day of the year. And in the Northeast, that almost always means humid. People are sweaty and cranky. Hair is frizzy. It's not like this time of year, when everyone is merely recuperating from spreading good cheer.

The clinic I go to...

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My First College Tour: Looking For A Sign

(7) Comments | Posted November 2, 2013 | 6:18 AM

During his junior year of high school, my son and I woke one Friday before dawn to make a flight from our New Jersey home to visit a college in the Midwest. We took a cab from the airport straight to campus, stashed our luggage, hurried to the quad and...

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A Writer Of A Certain Age

(34) Comments | Posted March 3, 2013 | 5:32 AM

A woman my age should probably not be talking about her periods, but here I go: I can't stop following them with a double tap on the space bar. Most people of my generation don't even understand this lament. "Why would you want to stop?" they ask. "That's how it...

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