Each of our daughters has provided me a unique gift with the presence of their lives in mine. Our eldest, a twenty-six year old senior law student exemplifies the epitome of loyalty.
That she chose to move back home and resume living in her old room while attending
law school touched me greatly. It gave me the invaluable
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Days after the accident I would later recall the smoothness of the woman’s pink skin–the woman who had slammed her SUV into the back of mind–its lack of lines and crows feet, all of which told me she had not reached the age at
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I abandoned the idea of driving myself to the hospital as I had when the mentally ill son of a minister driving around Berkeley and shooting women, had fired two bullets into my left wrist and two others into my neck. I had been thirty-four years old then, nearly 20 year younger and with no previous concussion.
Three decades of marriage to a surgeon and my experience working as a medical technologist in a blood bank had taught me much about recognizing your limits.
On hearing the woman speak the words, “ … husband … I’m going to call him,” I had thought
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by Don White (Central Park, Burnaby) It resounded like a rifle firing, perhaps a cannon ball landing. An SUV had slammed into the back of my SUV. My head hit the back of the headrest. I went dizzy. “Stay calm,” I coached myself. “You’re still in the driver’s seat.” I had slowed to make a
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