These words immediately took me back to 1968. I was twenty years old, living in Indiana by myself, brokenhearted by my break up with the young man…
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Read MoreWow. I murmured in awe as I gazed at the twinkling stars late one Wednesday evening. I had forgotten early tomorrow morning.…
Read More“Hobbes, look!” I command my 8-month-old labradoodle. I clutch a small dog treat in my right hand and move my hand to my upper cheek, just below my eye.…
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