race – Balancing on Unstable Surfaces

The Bottle, the Routine and the Flying Wolf

A bottle broke on my head this week. Rather, it hit my head and broke when it landed. I have a 3″ diameter bump on

Last August, I started my family tree and, for some reason, stopped. Well, almost a year later, I started again and finished — sorta. I

The joke would be to say that one of these things is not like the others. The truth is, they are alike. They are three

I had a choice, go along or bring the fire. I was asked to submit memories of my youth in church for a commemorative program.

I froze this week and it was not the two feet of snow or the two degree temperature. It was everything happening and when I

Sometimes an answer is so clear, it is as if it were whispered into your ear. “I integrate white spaces, one room at a time.”

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