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    Armen Bacon: Sticks, stones may break bones

    "Hurt kids hurt kids." A psychologist friend of mine once shared these prophetic words with me and I never forgot them. They came to mind last week while I was reading about the Seattle freshman who brutally murdered classmates before taking his own life. I had to read the article several times, ...

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    Armen Bacon: People come first, pixels second

    A few weeks ago, while my computer was being infected by what some have told me is the deadliest and most fatal of viruses (as far as computers go), my next-door neighbor's daughter was about to be wheeled into surgery for a life-saving procedure: a liver transplant.

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    Armen Bacon: It's fall — can we just run wild?

    "Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain was yellow ..."

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    Armen Bacon: Swing on the monkey bars of life

    A few days before starting the new school year, Amy Zuniga, a first-grade teacher at Fugman Elementary School, handed my granddaughter, Ani, a tiny bag filled with confetti.

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    Armen Bacon: Living well...It's all Greek to me

    When a dear friend fell last month and crushed her hip, I was on my way out of town — escaping the summer heat and all ready for a "Calgon, take me away" weekend. But hearing the news stopped me in my tracks. My car made a beeline to the hospital, and as they prepped her for surgery, we sat...

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    Armen Bacon: Let's keep childhood simple

    The clock read 3:37 a.m. at the inception of this story. My 3-year-old twin grandkids, Dennis and Sosi, were doing a sleepover. That should explain everything from here on out, but spelling out the details, especially now when Mr. Sandman refuses to lower my lids, will help salvage the night. The...

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    Armen Bacon: There's just no escape from human dramas

    It all began with a runaway weekend, the kind planned for rest, relaxation, change of weather and scenery. We had no real agenda – only a yearning for quiet, unstructured husband-and-wife time. But at every juncture, something jolting and unexpected occurred. I began writing and recounting ...

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    Armen Bacon: Oh, to again have time with Dad

    When Jerome Rothfeld's daughter called telling me her father had passed at the venerable age of 88, we spent countless hours, as close friends often do, talking through the rigors of holding on and letting go, our late-night conversations an effort to soothe her deepening sorrow.

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    Armen Bacon: The call — and a calling to do more

    About a month or so ago, my phone rang. It was a longtime friend, Bill Grabe, one of the nicest guys you could ever know.

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    Armen Bacon: My mother's kitchen – a feast for the soul

    "The kitchen. La cucina, the true mother country, this warm cave of the good witch deep in the desolate land of loneliness, with pots of sweet potions bubbling over the fire, a cavern of magic herbs, rosemary and thyme and sage and oregano, balm of lotus that brought sanity to lunatics, peace to...

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