Wide Awake
In my senior year of high school, my English teacher suggested I attend Temple University for its journalism program. She showed me the school’s brochure. I thought it looked great, so I applied and got in. My “college search” took about a week. This month my oldest daughter, Klein, finishes...
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Full Circle
It was one of those days. One of those gray and gloomy days when even right goes wrong. It was a day, back when people wrote messages on little pink pieces of paper, that I got one from my boss saying, “See me.” Nothing good ever followed a “See me” message. No praise, no parades, no parties... ................. ........... ...... ....
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Life Notes
In the photograph, a man without a trace of silver in his hair is leaning over a small girl. She is pouting. And he is earnestly saying something to her with a look of deep concern on his face. The issue may have been a broken crayon or a broken heart, but whatever it was, that young man was there to help... ............. ........... ........... ........... ... ....
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