The Pure Kindness of Spring

The Pure Kindness of Spring

This month our family said goodbye to a beautiful man who, for many years, was our patriarch. His name was Harry and he was my father’s cousin. He would have been 96 this spring. His was a good life, graced with health and a marriage of 71 years. Though I considered him a quiet man, he always found a way to make me feel loved and appreciated. Haga clic abajo para leer en Español.

My Father’s Daughter

My Father’s Daughter

As I unabashedly placed a dripping mug of hot coffee on top of a crisp, new yellow legal pad, I had to chuckle. As much as I love brand new and pristine office products (yes, I still love back-to-school shopping), it doesn’t bother me to ruin a perfectly good legal pad because I can still write over the coffee stain.

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