A Relay of Control

It was with sadness and dread that I received a phone call from one of our hospital discharge planners telling me a patient, Joyce, had gone home and wanted me to call her. Joyce was a former coworker with me in another agency and was, ironically, their first hospice nurse.

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God’s Eyes (This is No Yarn!)

Copyright Sharon Blumberg Best laid plans gone awry would be an understatement to describe this memorable event from a Spanish teacher of seventeen years. Well, that is what almost happened on this wintery afternoon about 16 years ago. As a seventh grade Spanish teacher, for about five consecutive years, and even as a substitute...

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The Grey Hair Pin

Whenever my grandmother came to visit, I was obligated to share my bedroom with her. I can still picture her relieving her pendulous breasts from the confines of her corset, then removing the pins from the bun in her snow-white hair. But though peeking at granny while pretending to be asleep provided some satisfaction for my youthful curiosity, it did not compensate for what to me was a painful loss of privacy. There were always a few of Granny's gray hairpins left scattered on my dresser after she left, reminders of the sacrifice I was forced to endure.

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Born This Way

On the day she was born, Evelyn came out fighting. She fought for her first breath, she fought against the blankets that tried to restrain her, and she fought against the medical conditions that threatened to consume her. Evelyn is my second born, today a spitfire of a six year old girl that leaves me astonished, frustrated, and...

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Hair Is Overrated

“One thing I can tell you for certain is that you will lose your hair before your second treatment. And my advice is to buzz your head before it starts to fall out. ‘Cause if you wait ‘til it starts coming out it will be in your bed, it will be in your food, it will be in your shoes. Look me in the eye.

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The Legacy of Joe Balfior

Of all the teachers in my sixty-five years, none got through to me like my acting teacher/director, Joe Balfior. From our first meeting, it was as if my whole life played out before him.

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Babe

When I first met my mother-in-law, I disliked almost everything about her. She smoked too much, talked too much, spent her money foolishly, murdered the English language, and didn’t take life seriously.

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Poppy Jack

“W-A-S-S-E-R-M-A-N.” Spelling my grandfather’s family name had earned me a dollar yet again. But the buck was worthless, compared to the pride emanating from his wide smile.

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True Colors

My Irish Grandmother was small of stature, with pearly white hair, defined cheek bones and sparkling hazel eyes. She dressed as if expecting someone important to drop by, replete with silk scarf, brooch and white gloves.

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The Touch Of A Hand

Laido had a strange sense of humor and a peculiar habit of hugging people. He hugged the general contractor, the subcontractors and even the clients!

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