Dr. Skinner was a very busy woman. She really did not have time for unexpected scheduling conflicts, nor did she really care if events were inconvenient to you. As her assistant, my job was to keep everything running smoothly. Every week, she would work with tired, cranky, expectant mothers. I would help Dr. Skinner process them like livestock ( Read more... )

May 1, 1863 looked to be a very pleasant day. Martin had no doubt as he stood near the kitchen window early that morning, coffee in hand, watching the sunrise. The roads were dry to Martin’s eyes, and the wind was only mildly rustling the grass outside.
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2 February 1990I saw her again yesterday ( Read more... )