It seems that a combination of things has caused me to think about aging and death a lot lately; having an empty nest, turning 63, some of my friends getting … Continue reading Sorrow and Loss
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“The more I love, the more that I’m afraid”
The holidays are upon us. The dark has moved in. My son is home from college. We begin our traditions. My human sentiments come upon me strong. The passions of … Continue reading “The more I love, the more that I’m afraid”