A Spark of Joy   

We have moved three times within the last seven years.  And each house was smaller than the last.  So, we’ve given away more than half our possessions. If we move, we will probably move into a larger place than our current one.  But oddly enough, having lived with less, I prefer not to have so […]

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The Eternal Riddle of Time

Time is a precarious thing.  Something we think we know, we think we have; like a fickle lover whose adoration one moment feeds and sustains your soul then obliterates your heart for amusement. For the bereaved, for those of us left behind, the grief is unbearable enough without having to grapple with this eternal riddle […]

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