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The Journey Inward: Reflections On Being A Wounded Healer

 

March 14, 2019



Oyster stew! Oh, how I hated oyster stew. On an occasional Friday night couples came over to our house to indulge in stew and afterwards play poker and gin rummy. Before being segregated to our rooms to make way for important “adult” activity, my brother and I ate stew before guests arrived.

When I peered into the bowl, I saw oysters swirling around in a spool of milk and butter. That alone was disgusting, even more so the taste. Little oyster crackers didn’t help that much. The oysters reminded me of, oh well, you get the picture. My apologies to oyster devotees.

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