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When I was forty-one, I was laid off from my corporate job at Hewlett-Packard. It was the cushy kind of job with benefits—health care and…
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While walking down the trail today I heard the gorgeous sounds of a flute floating through the trees. At first, I thought I was imagining…
I thought then that if only we could be in the doctor's office. Help, help, I wanted to scream (and maybe did), why can't his…
I thought then that if only we could be in the doctor's office. Help, help, I wanted to scream (and maybe did), why can't his…
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Keep ReadingWhile walking down the trail today I heard the gorgeous sounds of a flute floating through the trees. At first, I thought I was imagining…
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