Is it Really Just Stuff?
I open my armoire, a gift from James many years ago. It holds not exquisite jewelry, but treasures none-the-less.
Read MoreI open my armoire, a gift from James many years ago. It holds not exquisite jewelry, but treasures none-the-less.
Read MorePatience. Like most, I began learning it as a child. Having to wait for my mother to finish feeding my baby brother and get him down for his nap before she could read to me. Later in school I waited my turn in the school cafeteria, book mobile, even for the teacher to recognize my raised hand and call on me.
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