The opening notes of Nat King Cole’s “The Christmas Song” make me unstuck in time. Like Billy Pilgrim in Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five, I’m transported…
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memories
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I hadn’t seen my friend Rick Day in about 10 years. It was, I think, the summer after I finished cancer treatment. We met at…
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As I write this, there are two beautiful women I know who are under hospice care. For both, ovarian cancer has brought them to this…
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Three things for which I’m grateful today: 1. Memories of John Cole. John was a beloved member of St. John’s Lutheran Church, and a friend…