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It’s early Sunday morning. The sun is bright. The wind is brisk. It’s a sweater day — even if you’re … Continue reading we choose.
It’s early Sunday morning. The sun is bright. The wind is brisk. It’s a sweater day — even if you’re … Continue reading we choose.
Very early in our marriage, Donna learned something important — I’m not a plumber. It could have been the first … Continue reading the airplane… in my basement.
For months, I’ve been preoccupied with an odd, sad emotion. It seems everywhere I turn, people judge others. Winners or … Continue reading Living a life, between…