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Why Bother To Appreciate A Musician? I admire anyone who can play an instrument. I marvel at their talent. My mother played the piano and I’d watch her limber fingers dance lightly over the ivory keys. Though I did not inherit her rhythm or her talent for playing the piano much less any other instrument,…

Why Bother With Old Friendships? As a teacher, I have consoled more than a few of my fourth grade girls, who with teary eyes have said to me, “Nobody wants to be my friend.” When I tell them that I did not have any good friends until after I’d grown up and gotten married, they…

Why Bother With Forgiveness? I don’t enjoy asking someone to forgive me. It is a humbling experience. Though I am conscientious and think about my words before I speak, there are still times when a statement I regret spills out of my mouth. When that happens, I know I will need to ask them to…

Why Bother To Keep It Simple? Mother’s Day has become something other than its original author, Anna M. Jarvis,  intended for it to be. Anna M. Jarvis’ mother died on the second Sunday in May 1905. After her death, Anna desired to honor her mother and campaigned for the second Sunday of May as a…