Memories of Busy Hands His hands- Goalie hands. Hands that wrote letters To family left behind, Across the Atlantic. Thick fingers able to clasp the newest Necklace around his wife’s slender neck. Cracking Sunday-morning eggs, Carving Christmas roast beef, Folding napkins into swans, Mixing Shirley Temples with the Maraschino, after Serving the wealthy their Saturday night dinner....
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Saying Good-bye
We always assume that we'll have time to do things in the future. We put off taking action on important issues. We put off expressing our inner feelings to loved ones. We'll do it later, we tell ourselves. But, sometimes, there are...
The Heart of Writing
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