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Mom was Right

Mom was Right

Mother’s Day is difficult, and has been for the last ten years. I lost my Mom to ALS in 2009. She’s no longer here to thank and to spoil every second Sunday in May. Truth be told, I would probably put a card in the mail and call her. Unless she made the effort...
Can You Buy Me a Meal

Can You Buy Me a Meal

It’s not yet seven o’clock in the morning.  A clump of us are walking from the bus stop to our respective offices to start the week, our heads down.  I see the feet of a man standing on the sidewalk in the cold rain, asking for food. “Can you buy me...
Music Memories

Music Memories

I close my eyes as the first notes of the song come through my headphones. “Me and my friends, we’re all misunderstood. They say we stand for nothing but there’s no way we ever could…” John Mayer’s Waiting on the World to Change –  the song my nephew had...
My Mother’s Voice

My Mother’s Voice

I lost my Mom almost ten years ago.  She lived with ALS for three years and taught me how to face life and its challenges with gratitude, humility and grace.  During Mom’s illness I promised myself that if I could help it, I would not have regrets after she died....
A Well-Earned Retirement

A Well-Earned Retirement

Our cleaning lady has vacuumed my office for the last time.  After a life of hard work, her retirement starts today.  She always has a smile and a kind word for all. “Laaaasst daaay!” I sing as she enters my cubicle.  Her smile says it all.  “Are you excited?” Her...
Another Drawer, Another Treasure

Another Drawer, Another Treasure

As I root through my bedside table – the place where I keep sentimental things – familiar handwriting catches my eye.  Dad’s printing.  I know it is a letter by the way it is folded, the yellow foolscap is wrinkled and bent.  I unfold it carefully,...