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Over 250 expertly created guided prompts to make it simple for your father to share his memories with you. Each question has plenty of room for your Dad to write and share his life stories. Give your father the original memory-guided journal. Over tens of thousands have been bought for an...
Then change your actions. Firstly,donateto help the people who are suffering. Next, park your car. If you don’t believe me when I tell you that how we transport ourselves accounts for at minimum thirty percent of our carbon footprint, thengo here. ...
Dad came in the midnight. We heard every sound, but we pretended to be asleep. Next morning he looked weak and thin, sitting in a chair by the kitchen fire. The light of the fire shone through his long empty sleeve. Everything went as usual. Grandma foun
He wrote to me by E-mail. Memory of Mickey Our first contact was somewhat fraught. An E-mail arrived from Mickey out of the blue. He reproduced the 2006 letter to The Wall Street Journal from Bob Rubin and myself that followed our exposing of the chair of Emory’s psychiatry department...
The story could have ended there. The war was over. My dad was not a U.S. citizen. And his services in the army were no longer needed. But a general in the U.S. Army took pity on my dad and asked how he could help. In short, my dad said, “Get me to America.” Thanks ...
I sometimes recall when she was still five, and we used to stroll around the neighborhood and have hugs and tickles in the living room. She would embrace me tightly and tell me she loved me. What happened to us? Why did we suddenly drift apart? Or was this not sudden? Was this somet...
I absolutely love pansies because I remember helping my dad plant them back in the day and my grandma used to have them growing outside of her funeral home. I feel so proud every time I see our completed project in my parent’s yard and it immediately brings me back to the time I sp...
At that time, I was working at a tutoring center, and there was this nice older gentleman name GW. He always saw me writing in my journal, and one day he invited me to an open poetry mic night that he held on Fridays in a barn. ...