Rhythms of Resilience I’m watching for the first delicate crocuses to break through the hardened crust of the March ground. Yellow, purple and white, their short blooms open like small […]
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My grandfather knew how to keep time moving. Head bent over the wooden jeweler’s bench at the back of his jewelry store and peering through a small magnifying loop attached to […]
+ Read MoreThis week, attending a town hall meeting with my congressional representative, I was lucky to get a chair. Others stood, filling the banquet hall of a country restaurant despite the […]
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