Grief: Where Does it Come From and Where Does it Go?
When I was around twelve years old, I remember having an evening when I couldn’t stop crying. It was June, and my family had finished dinner. The sky was still just light enough to glow. My mother and...
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Last week, after learning that wildfires were destroying the area near our family cabin, I went searching through old photos. I sat alone at my desk, clicking through snapshots on a thumb drive, and...
View ArticleLike Walking in the Dark
I feel caught in the motion of change, but mystified about what that change will bring.
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