Every year I endure the same trauma at my doctor’s office—the drawing of blood. Why, traumatic? The answer lies in the words of a lab tech during one visit. “Your veins are itty bitty, Mrs.
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Blank Spaces and Empty Places Meant for a Father
“I love you.” His voice reassured as he tenderly kissed my forehead. Hopeful imagination of my biological father. A time of his absence in my life. A girl dreams. My being so young when he
Read moreGo Big or Go Home: A Cross and Empty Tomb
Go big or go home! Going big to celebrate special holidays and occasions, tossed with the memories they create, bring me joy. So, I’m enthusiastic about reindeer, flags, turkeys, balloons, party hats, fireworks, hearts, costumes—all
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