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It’s Your Birthday Alma
Thirty-some years ago, my mother gifted me an author’s autobiography with the inscription: “To my author-daughter.” For the last three years, I’ve been plugging away at a book that pairs my medical anecdotes with her prayerful antidotes. And this year—on… Continue reading
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Seventy Years Later
Packing my parents’ closet at my childhood home felt like an archaeological fashion dig. Decades of dusty dresses from the ’50s hung neatly—sharp creases still visible from the wire hangers. Each dress, meticulously crafted by my mom’s nimble, younger fingers,… Continue reading
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The Eyes Have It
Everytime we opened a drawer or door, there was another surprise. We five siblings were sorting and purging at my parents’ place and had made the rule ask before we threw it away. It wasn’t long until my brother, Doug,… Continue reading
