What we make of the space between being born and dying is what will define us.
-bill kenny
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When I Look Out My Window
My fondness for Autumn is tempered by my knowledge of what happens next, not because of anything Autumn, itself, has ever done to or for me....
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Decades ago, when I was a college-age human, for a number of reasons caused by a variety of substances, I would often sit up all night watch...
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I've offered what follows previously to honor the birth of our daughter. At the time I called it: The Circle Game Depending on what time... -
My wife is a mother, mentor, and inspiration to our two children. Today she and countless other mothers are wondering where the vases are fo...
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