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Siobhan ConnalleyThe Saratogian |
“I chose wrong,” said the boy as he strode through a crosswalk, dodging cars as he trailed after us as we jogged toward a wall of sliding glass...
The girl’s face lit up my phone smack-dab in the middle of a random Tuesday.I didn’t panic.I switched my audio to speaker and perched the phone on...
“Hey did you move the sign?” My husband brought me the first cup of the day and bad news.The sign, his gift to me, was a hand-painted,...
For decades, he’s been a daily part of our Maine vacations. A tall man wearing a hat, smiling broadly as his stout dog bumped along behind him in...
I had been driving around Sunday afternoon with only my thoughts for company. This isn’t an unusual occurrence, especially on brief trips and local...
In his book, “Get Married,” Brad Wilcox, presents a stilted case for why “Americans must defy the elites, forge strong families and save...
His room doesn’t have a thermostat, but it feels like a balmy 78 degrees each time I knock on his door, tentatively cracking it open a sliver to...
Her face comes up on the screen and everything around me stops. My breath catches and the room goes silent if only in my consciousness, which has...
Great Barrington has drawn national attention after an incident in early December in which police, acting on an anonymous tip and with the permission...