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It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and as always, I waited for Mom’s call at three o’clock sharp. She never missed it. But that day, three...

It was two weeks before Christmas, and I was putting the finishing touches on the Christmas tree. As my mother had taught me, each strand...

By Muffy Walker MSN, MBA   I was 11 when my grandfather died. I remember my mother showing up at school and me getting excused from...