My Mom died in 2009 and a day still does not go by that I don’t think “oh, I have to call my Mom about that.” 

I have always told my boys “What goes around, comes around.”

Mei unconsciously fingered the large opening in her upper lip.

Forty years ago, I experienced a miracle—the first of many in my nursing career.

Every summer there was a flurry of excitement when we started seeing Circus Vargas posters around town. 

The other day I read about a little girl who fell to her death through a hole in the Golden Gate Bridge.

Fay and Jeannie are best friends.  You might not know it if you approached them in the hall. 

I once read that the first child in a family is either artistic or academic.  The second child is the opposite of whatever the first child is.