The Fires of Change

I am afraid of fire. Ever since I fell into a campfire, hands first as a child, I have a fearful memory for the searing pain it causes. Now, following […]
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+ Read MoreThe grass is green again. Although, in my yard, casually tended as it is and home to an exuberant squirrel-chasing labradoodle, there remain many bare patches of not-so-green mud. A […]
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