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Kneeling on the cold stone hearth each morning, facing yesterday’s ashes cold and gray as death, ignites a necessary humility. Today’s fire must be made from what lies at hand – life and heat coaxed from pages of an old newspaper, ...
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In mid-August, the sudden onset of severe panic attacks landed me in the hospital for several days. Since then I’ve continued to struggle with generalized anxiety, although medication is helping. Walking through...
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Sitting on the old leather couch or rocking slowly in a rickety glider, I’m surrounded by my children as we read together. I feed my little ones on stories morning, noon and night. Serving up Harry the Dirty Dog for breakfast, The Magic Tree House becomes...
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Head-down, thick folds of skin slide forward to cover her eyes. Long ears drag the ground, swinging in time with each step and the scent of one just passed spirals up the length of her nose. Hard upon the trail of one she cannot see, led by scent (also unseen),...
