On my 66th birthday, my son and his wife handed me a list of house
The morning my children returned from their grand Mediterranean cruise was serene and almost surreal. The sun was casting long shadows over the front yard, the dew glistened on the grass, and the birds chirped in blissful ignorance of the human drama unfolding below. I stood at the window of my small apartment over the…
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