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I once heard a story that hit me with the jolting force of a slapping deserved by someone feigning sleep. It’s about a man and his milestone headache.
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I once heard a story that hit me with the jolting force of a slapping deserved by someone feigning sleep. It’s about a man and his milestone headache.
Galloping like a handsome stallion, the Year of the Horse is coming, and it will bring lots of good luck next year. There are just two days left in 2013 but still around 30 days left in the Year of the Water Snake.
Old gives you the right to be cranky, bitchy, bossy, looney–after all, who’s gonna get back at a lame old dame!
Christmas is the time of the year when being alone gets magnified. I am separated and my only child is abroad. At my age, and by choice, I can count the number of friends I consider family in one hand. They have gone through fire like me.
I have this image of myself as a five-year-old, a white handkerchief tied around my tiny wrist, the other end tied to my mother’s.
When I was a child, Christmas was a time for family. Gifts exchanged were tokens of love and peace. We sent Christmas cards by mail, would you believe? The Noche Buena table was a feast, except during the war when food was scarce and spirits were at an all-time low.
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