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A Tale of Two Libraries

“There is no love without loss.” When I walked into the British Library, or, later that same day, the Poetry Library, I wasn’t thinking of my sister, who’s a medical librarian. I wasn’t even thinking of my late mother, who … Continue reading

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Love and Libraries

Back in the mid 1970s through the early 80s, my mother, sister, and I used to walk to our local library in suburban Detroit, taking our to-be-returned library books with us. We would then get a new lot of books, … Continue reading

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