“I called to say I love you,” I told my father. “Have you been drinking?” he asked. “No.” “Oh–you sound really happy.” I was, but his surprise at my happiness stopped me cold. Was it really that unusual that I sound happy? Perhaps it was because calls to Dad always had a purpose, and–like him–I…
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My Back Pocket
I have a piece of paper in my back pocket. My figurative back pocket, that is. In reality, the paper sits in a green file folder marked, “PT License.” The paper was issued by the state of New York. License #020405. I received it after successfully completing an accredited physical therapy curriculum and passing a…
Letting go of the past
This wasn’t the first time I’d moved to a town where I knew next to no one. There was a certain thrill of being in a brand new in a place. The idea of starting over, of letting go of the past and moving full force into an unknown future. I’m aware that not everyone…
I Think I’ll Go to Boston…
It took a long time to learn, but what they say is true: Mom is usually right. This lesson is often earned only after going completely against her advice numerous times. On rare occasions though, a child triumphs and gets to say, “Ha! I was right!” It doesn’t happen that often, so when it does…
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