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Beth Dolinar has been writing her column about life, both hers and the rest of ours, for over 20 years. When not on the page, she produces Emmy-winning documentaries, teaches writing to university students, and enjoys her two growing children.

I was standing by the road waiting for my ride, holding onto the large sheet of parchment paper to keep the wind from tearing or creasing it, or carrying it away.

Five minutes earlier, my daughter had given it to me for safe keeping.

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