Good, better, best. Never let them rest. Till your good is better and your better best. Dad made us recite this whenever he thought that
Hesitantly, I turned the key in the lock and pushed the door ajar. A waft of warm, stale air accosted me. “Hello?” I’d been told
I arrived home from school one day to find my mother sitting in a corner trembling, her face face blotched red and swollen from crying.
The verdict is in: there is no cancer! Relief is immediate. I find myself breathing easier. I feel lighter. So, what was that about? Months
My father always preached consideration of others, however; as a child, I understood it to mean consideration of him or suffer the consequences. Addiction was
On April 15, 1978, I married for the first time. It was also the day my eldest sister was diagnosed with leukemia and given one