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On my desk, as I write this, are two torn pieces of paper. One is a list of appreciated recipes by my spouse. The other is a business card promoting a nonprofit national orgnazition where I serve on the board. Both papers were torn by Jackson, a puppy rescued from a terrible fate by people … Continue reading Dying Well
Work, life and service on nonprofit boards have taken over my most recent writing time. I’m overdue in writing about Syliva McMillan (I recall this as the correct spelling). Mrs. McMillan was the first teacher I encountered who offered time for her students beyond the published class times. There were three or four of us … Continue reading Grade 2—Sylvia McMillan
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