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By Sarah E. Murphy As small, suburban flowers we were replanted in more nourishing, salty soil and the ocean soon became the backdrop of our lives. It roared to us on ghostly winter nights while we burrowed in tiny beds assuring us we’d soon return. And so we did. For at the close of each…
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By Sarah E. Murphy I recently visited my brother T.M. Murphy’s Monday morning session of The Just Write It Class in Falmouth Heights. Thankfully Covid-19 hasn’t cancelled the 2020 season of this long-standing summer tradition, now in its 25th year. Since he first started teaching in The Writers’ Shack, Ted has encouraged kids to follow…
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By James F. Murphy Jr. *Copyright 1993. Reprinted in “Chicken Soup for the Veteran’s Soul,” 2001. My most vivid memory associated with the American flag flashes to Korea and a gray, clammy day in early August 1953. The Korean War had come to an end a week earlier, on July 27 at precisely 10 PM.…


