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Carmen sat on the edge of the bed, ponderously fingering her right earlobe, trying to adjust to the strangeness of her missing earring. Earlier in the day she had gotten into a playful wrestling match with her young nephew and the earring had been wretched from her ear. She and her nephew, who had been…
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When I was a kid growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area during the 1960’s, my mom was what we called the yard teacher. School site supervisor is how the position is referred to now. Anyway, that meant all the kids knew her, saw her regularly and some even spoke to her or was…
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DEATH Two weeks before my mom died, she and I were sitting in the exam room of her doctor’s office. As her primary caregiver, I was present for all of her exams. The doctor had stepped out the room for a couple of minutes. She and I chatted until she abruptly stopped talking. I thought…
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