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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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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When Sarah, told us a few months ago that it was her wish for all of the guests at her nuptials to wear white or ivory, many of us knew we would have to go shopping.
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My dad carried me up the narrow winding staircase to my bedroom. I had left home weighing all of ninety pounds, but with this plaster of paris body cast, I was a real load.
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