Yesterday, at SFO, while waiting for my daughter to clear customs, a man with a luggage cart stacked with clear-tape wrapped luggage, approached me and asked if he could use my phone to make a call to his wife. He showed me the handwritten number (I recognized it as a Bay Area phone number) written … Continue reading Love Has No Ethnicity
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The Best Is Surely Yet
I once climbed mountains for one who held my heart. Never grasping, 'Wait for someone to do their part.' Until I dared to be vulnerable, missing the trust fall. With a thud I realized it wasn't about me at all. Wandering for a time, I questioned the other's motive. At last I decided this was … Continue reading The Best Is Surely Yet
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