Now and Then

Grateful for life's twists and turns

By Donald M. Murray

Globe Correspondent / February 17, 2004

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I wake to the wind-driven sound of sleet against the window. I am 11, perhaps 10, and hope there will be school. Out of sight of Mother, I will join my classmates and tear off my stocking cap and secretly soak my head with water before I leave the flat, which will allow me to march to school wearing a ... (Full Article: 530 Words)