My Dear Nana, Thank You.

Dec 26, 11 My Dear Nana, Thank You.

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Dear Nana, They say that vitality in life is a function of participation. I never met someone who was a demonstration of that like you were. Whether tending to your beautiful garden, managing your office, keeping up with your dogs, or going out on one of your shopping outings, I never met a more active person. You always seemed to...

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Abbey & God, Love Sent Via Postal Service

Dec 23, 11 Abbey & God, Love Sent Via Postal Service

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Here’s Something New to Feel Good About Today! My friend Sandy forwarded this heart warming story to me. It’s a reminder that there are amazing and generous people in the world that go out of their way to comfort and love others. It’s not known who replied to this young girl’s letter, but it’s for sure...

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Pam

Nov 14, 11 Pam

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I watched as she threw her head back so that it hung over the edge of the bed, hair dangling to the floor; long, thick and silky hair; not like mine – frizzy, wild and hard to manage. That summer night in 1957, Pam showed me how to brush my hair. She held the brush deliberately, pulling it through her hair...

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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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From Father to Daughter

Sep 26, 11 From Father to Daughter

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The morning sun warms my father’s wavy gray hair as we stand in the field among the blue spruces. It’s my first time planting a tree: he shows me how to dig, pushing down on the edge of the shovel with my foot, then teaching me how to mold and flatten the earth around my sapling. There isn’t much conversation, just a quiet companionship, as enduring and solid as the earth beneath our feet.

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The Grey Hairpin

Aug 17, 11 The Grey Hairpin

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© Linda Albert 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...

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