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No Need To Apologize For This

No Need To Apologize For This

Inching along in rush hour traffic, knowing that I’d be late for dinner, soured my mood. A car pulled onto the freeway in front of me, forcing me to press on the brakes. “Breathe,” I told myself. “It’s just traffic. You’ll get...
The Kindness Of Strangers

The Kindness Of Strangers

Baby clothes were on sale at Target, and I couldn’t resist buying some for Delila, my two-year-old granddaughter. I enjoyed my time picking out things I thought she would like. I waited my turn in the checkout line behind an older gentleman who appeared to be in...