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		<title>A Flap or Two Before Green was Cool</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Newsday, published June 9, 2008.
By Joyce Pellino Crane



Just out of camera shot was the carousel clothesline I wrote about in this humorous Newsday essay. To my right: Dad, Mom, my sister, and brother (front).


The shouting matches started shortly after my family moved into the Dutch Colonial house across from the town’s public high school.
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		<description><![CDATA[IN SEARCH OF GOOD INTENTIONS, Boston Globe, 8/10/09
THE BOY was crouching by a shrub outside the Phillips Academy library in Andover, using a stick to jab at something. It was growing dark and I wanted to continue walking before sunset that July night, but his furtive glances made me curious.




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		<description><![CDATA[SOME THINGS YOU CAN&#8217;T GET BACK Boston Globe, 6/21/09
THE ASIAN WOMAN inside the ladies room at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel looked perplexed, so I clicked my lipstick case shut and asked if something was wrong. Moments before, I’d seen her sticking notes to one of the elegant bathroom stall doors.
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HILLARY CLINTON, MY NOT-SO-EVIL TWINBoston Globe, 6/16/08
IN THE late 1990s, after I crossed the threshold into middle age, friends and acquaintances began telling me I looked like Hillary Clinton &#8211; a development I was less than happy about. My reaction had nothing to do with politics, it&#8217;s just that I had always seen myself as [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[MY FIRST MOMENT OF RACISMBoston Globe, 9/15/08
I WAITED more than a week for an opportunity to brush my hand against Jimmy&#8217;s arm, scheming at night as I lay in bed. When he first arrived in my all-white, New York suburban, first-grade classroom, he was a deep and mysterious entity who unraveled himself in our young [...]]]></description>
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