Ugly Jug

My oldest daughter once brought home from junior high school an art piece she had sculped from clay.  She presented it to me with no explanation other than, “Hey mom, look what I made at school.” “Oh,” I replied trying not to reveal in my tone the true sense of disgust Read more…

Be Reflective

Out running through our neighborhood with a friend the other morning, I inhaled a whiff of intense exhaust emitted from a car passing by.  I coughed to regain rhythmic breathing to maintain our pace.  Just being in the world in that moment and place, breathing in the toxins was inescapable.  Lately I’ve been Read more…

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