No Place Is Too Far Away
Estimated reading time: 5 minutes Do you sometimes need to run away from home? Does the...
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Author: RoseMary Griffith
The Zen and Mind-Freedom of Mowing
Gilbert W. Griffith – Dad I Love Mowing The first summer with my husband, he paid folks to...
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My Mother, Mary J. Griffith
First written for mom at her passing in August 2008. Miss you, you little minx. Happy Mother’s...
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The Rude People Behind Us…
Since there’s nothing I can do to change other people’s behavior, I must adjust my attitude. Sigh, I get it and promise I will start appreciating the humor people provide and the niceness that exists in the world and everyone who is kind when our paths cross. Tomorrow.
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I am My Father’s Daughter
“What a dad!” That’s what my siblings and I continue to say about our father—his passing hasn’t diminished the impact he has on our lives. Grief can be too encompassing, holding you in and keeping you in its darkness. Or grief can be a celebration of a person’s life, of the legacy they bequeathed you. Here’s a blog about what Dad meant to me. I hope it helps you get to know him, just a bit.
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