Power of Words
Words have long fascinated me, since childhood really, when one got me into a heap of trouble. I was four years old and my older sister, Tati, and I were playing with our mother’s doll. We were visiting our grandparents and Eddie (a life-like doll that could wear real baby clothes) had come out of their storage room and was destined to become our eldest sister’s. The concession to us two younger girls was an afternoon to play with him before he would sadly go off-limits to us for the rest of our natural...
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The caller said, “This is Innovis ER, please hold.” Then I heard my dad’s voice in the background. Finally he got on the line and said, “I’ve had a stroke.” I am grateful he was able to call and that it hadn’t been some nurse or doctor. He actually drove himself to the ER. Dad likes to tease, and he said the only tricky thing was telling the gas and brake pedals apart. On the two-hour drive to Fargo, I kept checking in with my feelings because I simply wasn’t too worked up. There was an inner...
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