Perfect Eggs

As sure as that golden sun had risen slowly over the desert mountains, the reason for my over easy compulsion became crystal clear. My eggs had never been perfect before because they’d never had to be. In this first, last, and final contribution from the kid in the kitchen to the man who’d meant everything to his family, my eggs had become more than a part of breakfast–they were a symbol of a beautiful life lived.

Beth Morrow is an author, educator and a co-program director for Camp Hamwi, a week-long, residential camp for teens with diabetes. Reach her at

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One comment on “Perfect Eggs

  1. Barb Burkholder on said:

    Wonderful and descriptive story. You have arrived! You are now the next generation. Be proud!!! I felt like I was there with you in the kitchen.

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