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Imprisoned There was a time in my life when I lived behind bars and in a small cell. The bars were constructed from the grudges I held against my dad and my cellmates included bitterness, anger, resentment and spite. It was not a very happy time in my life, but I will always remember the…

Traditions Every family has its traditions, customs, routines and practices that are unique to them. Some of those customs, healthy or not, are carried on from generation to generation along family lines. For instance, I remember the days leading up to the first Christmas that my husband and I would spend together as a married…

Dancing My mother was a dancer. Not professionally by any means, but rather she danced because dancing was very much a part of her culture. While dating, my parents listened and danced to the big bands; Benny Goodman, Glen Miller, Duke Ellington and Count Basie. Though I never had the opportunity to witness their spinning,…

The Traditions I like the traditions that mark the Christmas season.  First, there is the Christmas party that my husband’s employer hosts. Though I only see some of these people once a year, when I do see them, I am grateful.  There is the bookkeeper who labors to dispense weekly paychecks throughout the year, and…