“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…
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