The worst thing I have lost
From this point on, it’s one less person to see.
If we had blinked our eyes, we would have missed it.
For three days we watched every breath she took.
Things I have lost. There is a guitar strap. Been gone for years. One of my favorite tee-shirts - no idea where it went. And then there is my youthful innocence.
My mother-in-law, Menet Jacob, died January 18th, 2000. I lost my beloved Grandfather Boyle, who quit drinking the day I was born, on June 27, 2008.
It may seem curious to tie the subject of this week’s blog to leaders
When I was in first grade at Riverside Elementary there was a Friday
It hit me, finally, on the flight from London to Washington, D.C. Something was terribly wrong. I was six weeks pregnant and I was bleeding heavily.
When I was in first grade, it was a Friday morning tradition at Riverside Elementary to participate in "Show and Tell", an exercise in confidence-building and public speaking.
"You need to get to the hospital. Now." My boss, a middle-aged radio station host, stood at my desk where I was keying in radio copy into a computer.
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