My Angel’s Name is Dorie

The phone rang twice before the melody of my aunt’s soft, joyful voice brought a hint of relief to my ear. “Grand Central Station,” she answered, her words teasing a smile to the corners of my trembling lips.
read moreThe phone rang twice before the melody of my aunt’s soft, joyful voice brought a hint of relief to my ear. “Grand Central Station,” she answered, her words teasing a smile to the corners of my trembling lips.
read moreHere’s Something New to Feel Good About Today! “Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections.” Anonymous Does the thought of family holiday gatherings make you feel anxious? It could be time for you to do some letting go. For many of us...
read more“My idea of a decent dog is simple,” I’d told Ken, my new spouse, “Only three requirements. It should curl up on my lap, readily master commands and never shed. Not much to ask of a canine companion.”
read more© 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...
read moreHere’s Something New To Feel Good About Today! “I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter...
read moreHer 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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