… my mom, I mean. And boy, do I love to read her voice again (even though we talk on the phone several times a week - you can only revisit those conversations in your mind - you can’t go back and re-read them and find new and wonderful things, because memories tend to fade. [...]
Just go listen to this. I dare you to listen without feeling hope, without appreciating this man’s gentle dignity, without joy at his accomplishment.
Go on - I dare you.
I was sitting in the departures lounge at LaGuardia earlier this week, talking to my mom on my cellphone (quietly, I need not add). Suddenly, I said, “Oh my - there’s Ted Koppel.”
“Really?” Mom asked.
“Really.”
“Well, tell him I said hello,” Mom said flippantly.
Whoever was in charge of the knobs and levers of the [...]
Once upon a time there was a special princess, born on an autumn island, swirling with leaves of gold, amber, and ruby. Her parents, the king and queen, loved her very much (of course they did this is that kind of story). They watched over the princess, as all parents do, but [...]
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