“If you don’t believe in any kindof magic or mystery, you’re as good as dead.” – – – Albert Einstein My father was pure magic. When I was seven years old, he tip-toed into my room one morning before dawn and whispered my name. My eyes flew...
When I’m at home, I love to read a good book, usually one of the current bestsellers. When I drive, I love to listen to books on Audible, usually one of the classics. I was on my way to the grocery store a couple of weeks ago, listening to an Audible recording of...
Fear was spoon-fed to me in my childhood. I recall a family gathering when danger became the topic of conversation around the dinner table. An aunt talked about the horrors of kidnapping. An uncle talked about his fear of heights. Each family member took a turn but my...
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