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A Democratic candidate for a Senate seat in Nebraska, tours the Benson neighborhood in Omaha with his wife, former Saturday Night Live writer Sarah Paley.
Sarah Paley writes about tragedy, death, and the Kennedy assassination—and the effect that these life struggles had on her relationship with.

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Sarah Paley

Eastertide 2020

Sarah Paley

Poet

Time has lost meaning

but nature doesn’t care

& a sour sweet Spring

has burst in with garish

yellows, shrieking pinks,

bloody reds & every shade of green –

as clueless as the eager guest

arriving at the wake, Spring declares

with open arms I’m here! & stands

bewildered at our dumb stare.

Bringing Back the Dead

Sarah Paley

Poet

Making muffins this morning I stir

with the silver spoon you gave me

that has your mother’s initials

S.C.B

on the handle & say to the air

over the bowl Thanks mom,

I’ll try to take better care of it.

I thought you’d like to know I polished

the small pitcher delicately engraved:

Willie, April 4^th 1883

& the baptism cup celebrating

Charles Cabot June 28^th 1826

the sterling box with

1946

on the left upward curve of a heart &

1974

on the right rise & just below

April 23^rd With

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Dorothy was a perfect duck, a storybook duck. She was white with bright yellow feet and an orange bill. When I was five years old, my favorite book was “Make Way for Ducklings,” and maybe that’s why my parents got Dorothy. If I recall correctly, she was a castoff from a negligent 4-H Club kid. But what a beautiful bird, and what a beautiful morning it was as I went down the hill leading from our house to a muddy pond to feed her. There wasn’t a path, and the switchgrass, cattails, and Queen Anne’s lace were taller than I was.

I saw her feet first; they were sticking straight up from the murky water. I stopped and waited for her to right herself. Her feet just bobbed about. I ran as fast as I could up the hill again and burst into the kitchen. “We have to take Dorothy to the doctor right away!” I yelled. “She’s very, very sick!” In fact, her head was gone, bitten off by a snapping turtle.

Because I was five, I thought Dorothy could recover. I remember that my older brothers and sisters found this hilarious. So did my young, beautiful mother, although she meant no malice. To her,

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Sarah Shirley Paley

When Sarah Shirley Paley was born on 15 October 1908, in Warren, Warren, Pennsylvania, United States, her father, Toby Paley, was 31 and her mother, Bertha Waxman, was 23. She married David Eisenstadt on 3 January 1935, in District of Columbia, United States. She lived in San Francisco, California, United States in 1920 and The Bronx, New York City, New York, United States in 1940. She died on 9 November 1955, at the age of 47, and was buried in Colma, San Mateo, California, United States.