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Megan Royes
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Don't Avoid the Hard Work
"Can you please sound out this word, hon?" I asked. She squirmed visibly on the couch. I squirmed invisibly on the inside. Her reading book sat between us, my finger poised underneath a word, and my eyes staring down at the page, assuming she was doing the ...
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The Body Fails But Truth Remains
She sat slouched against the chair, white hair resting on the wall and eyes gazing on nothingness.  Her nightgown hung loosely from her body and her cane sat resting against her wrinkled legs. Without any apparent prompting, she sat up straight and looked m...
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Hope for the Parent Who Faces the Unknown
Tomorrow morning, the sun will still be hidden beneath the horizon when we scoop her tiny body out from underneath of her warm blankets, slip on her favorite slippers, and grab something -- anything -- that reminds her of home.  The streets will be quiet an...
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Give Them Room to Practice
I must have done the drill
a hundred times -- those same ten measures -- until my fingers hurt and all the keys started to look the same.   But
slowly -- ever so slowly -- my muscles started to instinctively move where
I wanted them to go.  Reflex kicked in...
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Thank You, Anonymous College Student
One look at the computer screen, and the tears started pooling in my eyes.  How could the prices have gone up that much in only 24 hours?  I buried my head in my hands and cried -- tears of sadness, tears of anxiety. Every year, we board a plane and travel ...
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From Generation to Generation: Teaching Them Truth
She taught us the song when I was 10 on the windy drive to our summer vacation.   We sighed, rolled our eyes, pleaded to return to our games.  She insisted, she won, and the cassette tape went in. My mother, with hands on the wheel and eyes focused on the r...
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When Loving Feels Inconvenient
Thirty minutes until company arrived. Apparently, my children didn't get the memo. In the short span of a half-hour, they managed to pee their underpants, dump out every single lego, fall down the stairs, rip a few pages from the library books, and throw up...
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Don't Wait Until Tomorrow
Five different people, five different times, stooped down to say good morning to her.  And five times she pushed out her lower lip, folded her arms, and turned her head away.  Although she donned her Sunday best, her countenance was anything but attractive....
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The Reality of Me-Time
Seven times I heard the
door open, and walked down the hall to see my daughter standing at the top of
the stairs.   I sighed heavily.   Post 9pm is me- time.  ----- The house was quiet when I
slipped downstairs and turned on my tea kettle.  Early mornings a...
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You Can't Erase Mistakes, But You Can Find Covering
She gasped when she realized its power, that tiny pink nub on the other side of the pencil.  It was a simple eraser, but it brought her nothing short of sheer delight. I hear her at the kitchen table -- scratching and scrawling her letters, then giddily exc...
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