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Magnets and Christmas
by Sylvia Dorham
Magnets and Christmas “Why are you writing about my magnets?” my son asked with squinty-eyes and raised lip, as if the words tasted foul, the picture of teenage contempt. “ ‘Cause there’s a spiritual parallel,” I replied casually, glancing up. “Like what,” he spluttered incredulously, half-laughing, half-choking on his mother’s latest foolishness. I […]
