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By Leah S. Dunaief What’s it like to be a grandparent? Most of us would say it’s totally wonderful. But it’s not automatic. It’s a club...

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By Leah S. Dunaief Three men in my life, whom I would normally be hugging a lot this third week in July, are missing. Their...

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By Leah S. Dunaief Most of us like to try to peer into the future and see what may lie ahead. That’s one attraction of...

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By Leah S. Dunaief Those businesses that qualified for a paycheck protection program (PPP) loan have had a bit of a honeymoon from the novel...

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By Leah S. Dunaief O! say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming, Whose broad stripes...

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By Leah S. Dunaief Early Sunday morning, I had a close encounter with a tick. Now I know this is a bonanza season for ticks...

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By Leah S. Dunaief Sunday is Father’s Day. When I think of my father, one of the most immediate memories I have of him is...

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By Leah S. Dunaief This is the year we all disappeared behind our masks. “Who is that masked man?” people would ask about the Lone...

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By Leah S. Dunaief This year will be remembered in much the same way as 2001, 1968 and even 1941 are remembered. And the year...

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By Leah S. Dunaief Perhaps the worst is over. With this first phase of recovery for Long Island, suddenly there is hope that the strange...