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Dad

I sat by my father's hospital bed. The sun was setting, its reflection on the river poetic in its...

I used to hate it when my mother…

America was, America is, America will always be a red tulip in my heart. It was the year 1947, and...

In general, sad music is thought to cause us to experience sadness, which is considered an...

Think of a time when you did something you shouldn’t have done. Describe both the incident and the...

When I was a little girl growing up in the hills of Western Pennsylvania, the world around us was...

Most people say “I’m sorry” many times a day for a host of trivial affronts – accidentally bumping...

I just love the smell of…

Tour buses, lines of tourists, one trinket shop after another. I was tired of it all! At the age...

Throughout life, from grade school to the retirement home, friendship continues to confer health...