A New Season

Something changes when you become a writer. Time slows. You begin to savor the tiniest experiences. You breathe in the details and your mind races for the perfect descriptions to relive them through written word. Simplicities become complexities, yet somehow, everything seems simpler. Spring is breaking, and it’s a perfect day for a run on the…

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The Hole in my Heart Where Home Used to Be

— *at home 1 : relaxed and comfortable : at ease This morning, Facebook reminded me that exactly one year ago was the last time I set foot in the house I considered home for nearly 30 years. Two years after my parents put it on the market, the sign on the lawn now read…

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