Weekend Essay: Eulogy for a Tree Swing

We enter into relationships with things, layering them with memories and meaning and allowing them, in turn, to define us. They become symbols and touchstones of our values.

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Last week, the department of public works of the township of Teaneck, New Jersey announced its intention to remove our yard’s mightiest tree, which just so happens to anchor my childhood swing. Malka Fleischmann/The New York Sun

“Someone to whom I can tell all my stories.” That was what, once upon a time, I told an ex-boyfriend when he asked what I was hoping to find in a partner.

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