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The Power of Thanking

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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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Circles of Friends

Here’s Something To Feel Good About! Do you recognize the value of close women friends in your life? I am blessed to have a circle of women friends, that I call my “Circle of Light.” We came together thirteen years ago after my dad passed on, when a friend invited me to share an evening of remembrance at her home. It turned...

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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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