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As I was chopping vegetables the other day, and at the same time planning on what spices would work well with the cheese tortellini I planned in the soup I was creating, I had the realization that I was, once again, just playing restaurant. Remember when, as young children, we forced the adults in our lives to sit down and order from our imaginary restaurant and then wait for the imaginary food to arrive on plastic mis-matched tableware? I did this as a child, became the grown-up for my kids thirty years ago and now play it with my grandchildren. Lucky, privileged me.

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Just Because

A Tale: Loss, Joy and Hope There once was a father who loved his family. On his death bed he said, “I have such immense love for my children, that it’s hard for me to leave.” He occupied his death bed for two years before his actual death. During this time, he was cared for by his wife, five children and their spouses, and visited often by his beloved grandchildren. The father’s eldest child was a daughter. In his lifetime, the father, a psychologist by trade, helped many pe