I grew up in a fairly open home with regard to privacy. There were not a lot of secrets during my time in the home, yet as I've grown older I've come to learn that there was a lot I didn't know about my siblings and their lives. As the eldest I left the house when many were still young, and I didn't come home that often and converse that much about what my siblings were doing at the time. Now as stories pop up in later life, I find myself learning about my siblings' lives during the years I didn't live with them.
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I admit that I feel like a fool. The Assisted Living location looked beautiful and welcoming. I thought that the outside appearance transla...
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The phrase, Life is for the living, has been surfacing in my mind time and again in the past week. I mentioned that to my sister, and she ...
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As I consider the holiday celebrations ahead, I am thinking about the best gift of all which is to live your best possible life. Of course, ...
