The Contemplative Column by Staff Writer Theodore Richards
“Where’s your mother?” my father asked, fumbling with his keys and, more significantly, his emotions. He couldn’t bear to go inside to look for her. So I did. She stood in the kitchen, weeping, clutching the book.
“Are you having a hard time, mom?” I asked.
“It was his…
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