My lunch made me cry. We’re talking, all out –tears streaming down my face, snot escaping from my nose, unable to see through the haze — cry. I saw the sign. It had “HOT” stamped across the box, but my eyes were drawn more to the “Clearance” sticker and thought I’d take a stab at…
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Band-Aids of Acknowledgement
Imagine you’re three years old. Just a tyke, full of imagination and no limits in sight. Always exploring. Always moving. Always playing. Your sense of adventure is often much larger than your height. And sometimes that over-eagerness leads to bumps and bruises, scrapes and scuffles. So you, adventurous three year old, fall down, scrape a…