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Be mine, Valentine 

Be mine, Valentine 

I still remember the agony of a certain fourth-grade assignment years ago. Scraps of pink, red and white paper littered the floor as our classroom full of 10-year-olds cut out hearts with blunt-end scissors. We tried to make lacy doilies by folding our hearts and...

A leap of faith

One of the best parts of my job is talking to people and hearing snippets of their life stories. A few weeks ago, I was talking with a Navy veteran who served during the Vietnam era. Part of his job was packing parachutes. “How do you fold up the fabric and stuff it...
Finders keepers

Finders keepers

Each year, January is the month I resolve to become more organized. Like many resolutions, I start strong.  I put out cardboard boxes in the spare bedroom, with post-it notes marked “donate,” “keep,” or “toss” on them.  I pack up random mugs and unused kitchen tools....
A shot of hope

A shot of hope

“Guess what?” a friend who works in health care asked as we talked on the phone. “You’re running away to a tropical island for a month?” I guessed, picking what sounded best to me right now. “No. I got the COVID vaccine!” she said, her voice dropping to an excited...
Alone together

Alone together

I already knew the answer before I called my dad. “Just checking in on holiday plans,” I said as we talked on the phone. “I’m going to assume we are not getting together.” The answer was no, as I expected. It makes sense this year, with the pandemic numbers climbing,...
A stitch in time

A stitch in time

I walk into the main room of the Marley House, our in-patient hospice facility, to find the clinical supervisor and volunteer coordinator sitting at a table, bent over a patchwork quilt, sewing brown satin edging around it by hand. I had seen the email earlier in the...