Two weeks. That’s all it took for my son to become infected by COVID-19 after he returned to college.
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Two weeks. That’s all it took for my son to become infected by COVID-19 after he returned to college.
Dear Stizzle,
Last night you told me you didn’t want to live anymore. You have said it before, but this time I could feel the sheer desperation seeping out of your every pore and it scared me.
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My dad has cancer. Again. He had it once before. A different kind, about 20 some years ago. Back then it was prostate cancer and once he had that little trouble-maker removed, followed by some radiation, he was back to his active, energetic self.
Most adults say their birthdays aren't a big deal to them. I suspect they don't want to face the fact that they're getting older or they fear someone will actually ask how old they'll be.
Carson is a senior at the high school where I work. Until last year most of our interactions were contained to passing one another in the hallways with a quick smile.
There's a book called, Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet," by Jamie Ford. I've never read the book but I've loved the title since I first heard it. So much of my life takes place at that corner.
