While my mother was battling her cancer, she somehow found a way to put enjoyment into my life. She never made her illness the object of attention and for her it was very important that…
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Sarah Dessen books have always been a guilty pleasure of mine. They’re young adult romances that are capable of defining adorable and deep all within the same pages. Take The Truth About Forever, for instance.…
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Hey Dad, I have no idea how to put this since my experience in conversing with older men is limited to lethargic lecturers, cautionary preachers and irate dads worried about their daughters but I’ll try.…
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Robbie was a father. He was a kisser of boo boos and a professional fort builder. He was the dad who let her paint his nails and style his hair. He was the father who…
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Time heals all wounds — these four little words are an umbrella for the many cliches people lean on when something unfortunate happens. I admit, at some point time does heal. Somehow each day helps you feel…
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My dad’s father died in 1985 when my dad was twenty-one, eleven years prior to my birth. I never knew “Poppy Bob” and I barely knew “Grandma Lua,” my dad’s mother. Poppy Bob was a…
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