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Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
Sep 1, 20142 min read
A Good Rain in a Time of Cancer: Everyday Magic, Day 814
I’m sitting in the middle of my screened-in-porch while thunders roars to my east, and wind swooshes from my west. The sound of the rain...
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![On the Other Side of Surgery: Everyday Magic, Day 760](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e3e6db_e5a74ab7b2144415900d431a21ce15f5~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_300,h_187,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/e3e6db_e5a74ab7b2144415900d431a21ce15f5~mv2.webp)
Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
Jan 17, 20143 min read
On the Other Side of Surgery: Everyday Magic, Day 760
Sunset with a tunnel of red light the first night home Time is a strange substance that envelopes us. A day ago, a week ago, a year...
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![When I Was Growing Up: Everyday Magic, Day 717](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e3e6db_7e5c8fea031e4bba8fd631190a802eb9~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_231,h_268,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/e3e6db_7e5c8fea031e4bba8fd631190a802eb9~mv2.webp)
Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
Jul 17, 20132 min read
When I Was Growing Up: Everyday Magic, Day 717
When I was growing up, a high school teacher would stretch forth one arm, drop his wrist dramatically, swish, and imitate Charles Nelson...
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![If These Jobs Could Talk: Everyday Magic, Day 412](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e3e6db_bff5cee55ce6437aadfa4e2fc27d59e9~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_225,h_268,fp_0.50_0.50,q_90,enc_auto/e3e6db_bff5cee55ce6437aadfa4e2fc27d59e9~mv2.webp)
Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
Sep 15, 20114 min read
If These Jobs Could Talk: Everyday Magic, Day 412
Late at night instead of counting sheep, I counted jobs, wondering what story and history they would tell for me, and by extension, you...