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Gifts

The tiny, wrinkled lady sat in an overstuffed chair in the “Gathering Room” of the assisted living facility, surrounded by about 30 people of varying ages. I had stepped out into the hall to give my friend some privacy while an aid helped her change into fresh...

Birthday Musings

This past Saturday, July 21, marked 9 years since my husband was told he had stage 4, inoperable cancer. He was only 47; he had exhibited absolutely no symptoms; there was no family history at all; he had just carried, along with my son, a couch up 12 flights of...