His turban was magnificent, a rich bluish purple. He came into my wife’s room and introduced himself.
“I am a neurologist,” he said, “and I would be happy to treat your wife, it it weren’t for the pregnancy.” 262 more words
It was a typical fall morning, rushing the kids and Jeff out the door so I could start my workday typing and jumping from one mobile device to another, all while sipping coffee, skimming through social posts, and searching for the conference code for my next call. 754 more words
We loved him in Apollo 13, Twister and True Lies, feared him in Weird Science, and cried for him in the Hatfields and McCoy’s… 834 more words