With a kid’s eyes — colorful, happy, simple, fast. With wonderment and innocence. With awe and surprise. My eyes glistening, my mouth wide open, my breath short. With a zeal to enjoy the moment. Live in it. And then move on to the next. With equal excitement. I saw wonderful things this past weekend...
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As I lie in bed coughing, battling body ache, and trying to kill that monster playing ping-pong in my head with Advil, I think of mom and dad.Twenty years ago, I’d be smothered with care and affection. Soup, fruit, hot meals, sponge baths, loving fingers caressing my messy hair … needs met before I...
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It is amazing how much pity I’ve garnered in the last three decades just by virtue of being an only child. From relatives to friends and acquaintances everyone has given me a fair share of sympathetic support. It has been endearing while at the same time amusing to be the object of affection of...
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