My daughter sat in front of the piano keys for the first time last year, her feet barely brushing the floor as they swung back and forth. Her teacher pointed out black keys and white keys, and how different keys are assigned different letters. The teacher identified middle C andRead the Rest…
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It’s my call sign. Jingle jangle. My husband can find me just listening for it. If I reach to move clothes on a rack, jingle jangle. When I cook dinner, jingle jangle. As I apply my make-up, jingle jangle. On my left arm, right next to my watch, is the source of my music. It’s a bracelet I wear always. On one side it says MEDIC ALERT, on the other it reads DIABETES, INSULIN DEPENDENT.
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