Your forties are all the things. It’s a slice of this, a taste of that, and sometimes with accompanying heartburn. I wish I had a more eloquent description but this is what I’ve settled on. […]
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Memory is a funny thing. I can barely remember my freshman year of high school yet my first-grade memories have stood the test of time most poetically. I have long wondered why my first-grade experience […]
Dear Diary
I’ve been urging my littlest loves to pick up a pencil and write. I so very much believe that everyone benefits from wandering with words for awhile. My earliest memories of taking pencil to paper […]
Auld Lang Syne
For auld lang syne, my dearfor auld lang synewe’ll take a cup of kindness yetfor auld lang syne. New Year’s Eve, what a day you are in every age and stage. From my youthful longing […]
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