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CPR On My Heart

One blustery Saturday afternoon, I stood on the curb beside my brother’s minivan. I had not seen Ray in many years and we rarely talked, but his trip from Maine to a business conference in Buffalo had allowed a brief visit with me in Corning, New York.

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My Sister, Pam

© Heather Summerhayes Cariou 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...

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The Enormous Heart

There I was, marching down the same Hartford Hospital corridor I had once walked when my husband received his kidney transplant: a slippery, gray corridor; fluorescent lights above.

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Daily Prayers

When our new homeroom teacher entered the room in early September, we did the same thing we’d been doing for years together: we rose and began, “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit…” ready to begin the day. But Sister Robert Joseph came with her own idea of prayer.

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Autobiography Of A Pencil

A pencil changed my life forever. I was in eighth grade sharing a class with sixty other students. Sixty students and one teacher – that is the student-teacher ratio in an average Indian classroom. Mrs. Poornima Kumar, our English teacher, commanded utmost respect even among us unruly adolescents. Always impeccably dressed in her...

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Family Ties

Until I was fourteen years old, I had never had anyone close to me die. When I met Marlene's parents, I was seven; while she was still my dad's girlfriend. On the day before Passover, after a four hour drive, we arrived in Walpole, Massachusetts. We got out of the car, took our bags, and buzzed up to the apartment with the name Harvey under it. There was another buzz, the door opened, and we went in.

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