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When You Think You Can’t, You Can
The towhead teenager at the airport reminded me so much of my son. He wiped his eyes after kissing his mom goodbye and pretty soon I was wiping my own. I am flying home after eight days with my sister feeling conflicted as any sister would who is saying goodbye in the...
Lullaby From Room 8116
“Come lay down beside me.” She patted the blanket by her side where pillows surrounded her, creating a nest. I laid down in the nest. “Here, hold my hand,” she said about the hands that are so much like my sister’s. I placed my hand on top of her soft skin to hold her...
Being Here, Being There, Being Everywhere
This morning, I was tempted as I remembered the days when birthdays shared were about family celebrations in special places with special meals, and about being made to just feel special. This morning, I was tempted to go back and read an old Blog post I had written...