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I Miss Me

So many times I’ve opened up this window and stared blankly at the blinking cursor. What do I even have to say anymore? What’s the point…

Why blog?

I went to a funeral today. A woman who had lived a good many years passed away after what her family called, “A dance with cancer”.…

What I see

The way your lips curl ever-so-slightly when you smile. The way your hands clasp together so gently when you sit patiently waiting. Sometimes you tap your…

When I grow up

I tell my kids they can be whatever they want when they grow up. At varying times, Story wants to be a paleontologist, a dog walker,…