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Janie Rosman

Open Faced Sandwich

By Janie Rosman

Open Faced Sandwich

Dad calls my name from three rooms away; to me it sounds like a bellow. The dear man is hard of hearing – none of his three hearing aids work, he says – and doesn’t know the volume of his own voice. It’s a wonderful voice, one that soothed me, comforted me, reprimanded me, advised […]