I do love words, which is why I was fascinated by Anne Fadiman’s attraction to what she calls “four-dollar” words. However, I have spent too much time in the newspaper biz to share Fadiman’s word addiction.

I am in third grade at school. I like math best. My favorite time of school is recess. I like playing with my friends.

Louie was about my age when he flew from his home in Caracas, Venezuela, to visit his cousins. They lived in the neighborhood and were part of the gang of friends who hung out together on weekends and summers.

As a child, I saw people in wheelchairs, power chairs, mobility scooters and many other pieces of equipment. I never once thought I would need to rely on any of those.

Time becomes more precious, golden, invaluable, even sacred ... when you’re waiting.

“When you encounter difficulties and contradictions, do not try to break them, but bend them with gentleness and time.”

Lovina reflects on a quiet January day filled with faith, household work, family visits, shared meals, and gratitude for the simple blessings that shape daily life at the Eichers’ home.

At the risk of being labeled naïve and unrealistic, I am exploring in this week’s column a reality I have experienced myself on many occasions.

Studs Terkel’s candid reflections capture a universal longing for dignity, pride and the need for every working person to leave something tangible behind.