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I sit, open a document, write until the words cease to flow, and then quietly shut everything away when the whir of energy has passed.
And so, we talked about doctors, about medicine, about prognoses: the surgeon will not offer any hint as to what he thinks may happen to her father, …
There was ugliness in the streets, ugliness in the corporate offices, and seemingly nothing but ugliness coming from the Oval Office.
For women of a certain age (WOCA) it’s a yearly ritual.
So before she had met me, this stranger had scolded me twice.
Based on the response of the folks in our group, they are the stuff of nightmares.
Most people gasp in delight at the mention of his name, usually followed by outpourings of affections, “I grew up reading him,” they would say, “I wa…
It’s surprisingly hard to figure out what I want to do and try–it’s been so long since I asked myself what I like.
A sensation of openness, of anything being possible.