Life has come a full cycle, I feel. Our four-year old granddaughter J was staring intently at my silver-white hair while I read to her in bed, the close-to-grand-finale to our bedtime ritual. She reached out and very softly patting my head sagely pronounced, “Nana (grandfather), you have some black hair. People who are really, …
Reflecting on life's endowments
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