Off Center

I sat down to write, opening my Pages program and automatically formatting the first page to center the words…”off center.” The words looked back at me, perfectly aligned, and I chuckled to myself. “How is this like my life?” We used to ask each other that question in a women’s group, and it often sparked an “aha”…

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Fruit Cocktail

As a child, a dark closet was the safest ground to play with my dolls.  My mother was not a cruel woman, but she didn’t play, nor did she give room for anything other than work.  She grew up in the aftermath of the Great Depression with a mother who gave two of her children…

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Once When I Was Eleven

Through my work at a cancer support center, I have met a number of people who ponder why they got cancer or why they got a particular cancer. So many cancers seem to be random.

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