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The iron bed

Ronda Rich's picture

When I was a child and we visited my grandparents, both sets who lived up in the mountains in small, humble houses which we accessed by a car that crawled slowly around inclining, twisting roads, I knew their standard of living was different from ours.

What’s up with all this talk of ‘hate’?

Bonnie Willis's picture

The other day, my 9-year-old daughter decided to go into Daddy’s “man-cave” and snuggle up on his arm and chest, where she felt safe. She would watch the news with him because he was her Daddy, and she loved spending time with him — even if he wasn’t watching her favorite cartoons.


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