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During what was supposed to be a routine ultrasound, the doctor suddenly went pale and asked to speak to me…

I’m seventy-three years old, and I’m about to tell you something that might upset you. Everything you think you know…

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I drove four hours through rain to watch my son ring the opening bell at his company’s IPO celebration. But…

I never thought thirty-eight years with the Portland Fire Department would end with me standing in my own garage at…

The morning sun stretched long shadows across the manicured lawns of Riverside Cemetery. Nearly two hundred mourners, dressed in black…

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The doctor’s hands were shaking. I watched her stare at my file, not the ultrasound screen where my baby’s heartbeat…

The scent of antiseptic is a ghost; it clings to you long after the scrub cap comes off. It lives…

My parents asked me to move out with nothing but a single suitcase, convinced I was starting over from nothing….

The phone rang while my coffee was still too hot to drink, the kind of hot that fogs your glasses…

My name is Robert, but everyone calls me Bob. I’m eighty years old now, living in a modest apartment on…

I’m Peter Whitmore. I’m seventy-three years old, and I never thought I’d be sitting here, recording a story like this….

My name is Peter Whitmore. I’m seventy-three years old. Some of you might remember me from a few weeks back….

That Tuesday afternoon, when I rushed to St. Mary’s Hospital to sign what I thought were comfort care papers for…

My name is Laura Bennett, and until two months ago, I believed my life was modest but secure. We were…

My husband went to the bank every Tuesday at exactly 2:00 p.m. For thirty-eight years of marriage, rain or shine,…

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The forest stretched silently under the gray light of early morning, its pines standing like solemn sentinels over a world…