Category: reflections
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trail
Walking to work this morning, something caught my attention: Small bits of red licorice scattered along the sidewalk, trailing over three blocks. I didn’t follow to find out to where they led. I know better. It’s October.
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air
As a child, very young, I was rushed to the hospital with the croup. As my mother tells it, I was sick and she went in to check on me when I was taking a nap . . . and I was gray. That was Christmas Eve 1970. I was 18 months old. I remember…