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  This Blog is in honor of Pancreatic Cancer Awareness month and dedicated to my Uncle Hugh Sheridan, gone much too soon. It was a purple ribbon. Just a purple ribbon. But I put it religiously on every coat I wore, taking care to make sure the ribbon ...

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead: Short days ago, We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and ...

  My grandmother never drove during most of her married life. Her husband was a car lover and did all the driving. That was until one day he purchased an old station wagon for his wife to drive while she was down on Cape Cod with the kids. It was ...

At Greater Boston Home Health Care Services, we pride ourselves on being LGBT-Friendly and gender affirming. We recognize the importance of ensuring that LGBT-Seniors are not only able to access the care and services they need, but feel welcome and safe ...

  I was in Milwaukee, seated lazily on the couch in my apartment while my friend and I waited for my roommate to get ready. In between small-talk, my friend mentioned his Polish ancestry and how his Grandmother had come over from Poland. When I ...

A Response to Joyce Carol Oates’s Statement on How We Talk About Cancer As news broke last week that Senator John McCain had cancer, support poured out from across the country. It was devastating to learn that this American Hero, who survived horrendous ...

Whoever’s idea it was to get my grandmother an iPhone was going to pay dearly. She was sitting at the table seated next to my mother yelling at Siri, as if the automated voice would listen to her angry instructions to be quiet. I’m sure it’s a ...

It never seems like there’s enough time in life. Unfortunately, it’s not until time is expired that we realize it. How many moments were wasted? How many moments did we spend in anger or ambivalence? How many times did we attend to a task but were ...

In honor of Father’s day this upcoming weekend, forgive me for deviating a bit off-subject (yet again) to write a post about my father. I was crying, looking back I was unreasonable, but at that moment it was consuming my world. It was my senior ...

Every morning before leaving for work, I walked down the same apartment stairs. As I edged closer to the first floor, without fail, every day the soothing and melodic sounds of Glenn Miller would begin to fill my ears. The music grew louder until it ...