I appreciate my grandmother and father in a spanking new way. Neither talked about past hardship—they did what needed doing. How humbling, their sacrifices. What little I know of deprivation or terror. I must latch on to this worthy perspective. “Getting over myself” seems the least I can do. May empathy always triumph over ego.
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stay, Valentine, stay / No Kings rally end of March / strength grows in numbers
remember their names: Everlasting Poetry—Renée Good / Intensive Care—Alex Pretti