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A Soft Spot For Beginnings
I think I have a soft spot for beginnings. Maybe a blind spot too. A beginning is brimming with so much possibility. It’s something new, and usually something exciting. Beginnings capture passing time,…
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Neighbors, Front Yards & Tattered Flags
One of my neighbors across the street flies an American flag year round from his front porch. He’s lived on the block for forty years, watching our street change year after year. Some…
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Not Proud To Be An American
There are no words adequate right now. No topic that feels appropriate. We are a country at war. And after everything we’ve been through, there are still enough people who believe that some…
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One Free Hour
One free hour. That’s the gift of time I have in front of me right now. This afternoon I made myself available to help out a friend, and it turns out they had…
