Time Purchased

My father-in-law did just that. John Knapp, Sr. was a family doctor, with many interests. He loved to travel and to discuss politics. He was fascinated by the stock market, and regularly read several financial magazines. “Investing made my future secure,” he observed in his older years. “As a ‘poor country doctor’ making house calls in the mountains of Tennessee and delivering babies for $50 each, I was not in the same league as doctors today.”

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Danny Delaney

I was already a movie buff by the time I was five. On Saturdays my family would drive the fifty miles over rocky, barely passable Wyoming roads from Grass Creek to Thermopolis to see whichever motion picture Hollywood had sent to the single theatre. So, even before I started first grade, I knew how the swashbuckling heroes were...

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My Heart Father

As my friend was about to blow out the ninth candle on her birthday cake, the good luck one for next year, someone tapped my shoulder, and said that my mother was outside.

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The Unexpected Gift

I could not have guessed that my dad’s death would be the catalyst to begin a sharing circle among women. It is not something he or I, would have imagined.

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Hands

Gently massaging his wrist, I held his hand in both of mine. He was Adeeb, a Syrian who had come to the United States in the 1930’s. Even when I was a little girl in Sunday School, this elderly man had seemed old. He carried candies in his pocket,

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Life is Choices

The instant that my mom died, everything about my life and how I viewed it changed. My own mortality, an elusive phantom dancing in the shadows, now rested heavily upon my shoulders.

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Amy’s Mother’s Day Tribute

“Here’s Something To Feel Good About Today!” As Mother’s Day approaches it’s time for each of us to show our appreciation to all the women in our lives. Thank you to all the women who love and nurture us. Where would you and I be without their unconditional love and support. Take a look at this...

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Pam

I watched as she threw her head back so that it hung over the edge of the bed, hair dangling to the floor; long, thick and silky hair; not like mine – frizzy, wild and hard to manage. That summer night in 1957, Pam showed me how to brush my hair. She held the brush deliberately, pulling it through her hair...

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Granny

One of my best friends is a whale. I know this might sound strange, but we have been friends for 20 years now. Granny is not just any whale, but an orca, a killer whale, who swims free in Puget Sound. This 100 year-old female is the matriarch of J pod, a family of resident orcas that frequent the waters of Washington State and...

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My Sister, Pam

Her hands were larger than mine; her heart too, for that matter. She was twenty-two months younger than I, but her life was shorter. She was my sister, Pam. Her long, bony fingers were clubbed at the tips, with splayed, purple-tinged nails that suggested the lack of oxygen in her blood. Her palms were salty. She had “Sixty-five...

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