I’ve Lost My Marbles … For Sure This Time
No, not the dish full of my Dad’s childhood marbles. I know exactly where Dad’s cat’s eyes,...
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No, not the dish full of my Dad’s childhood marbles. I know exactly where Dad’s cat’s eyes,...
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Losing Those we Love Stalls Going Forward When we experience deep loss, going on with life doesn’t...
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Christmas 1967. I was eight, Mom gave me paperbacks of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, The...
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Once upon a time, I was the dumb friend and behaved badly. It had been a while since I’d...
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“I’m sorry.” How many times do you utter those words at the wrong times? For the wrong reasons? When you don’t begin to mean it? Apologizing is essential when it’s meant sincerely, but saying it at inappropriate times … not such a good idea.
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