Reflections

October 9, 2023

When I was seven, my grandfather took me to the creek behind his house to look at his old wooden skiff. I...

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October 9, 2023

I remember my sister carrying a moth-eaten teddy bear named Barnaby everywhere she went. It was missing an eye and smelled faintly...

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October 8, 2023

Seneca once remarked that we are often more concerned with the preparation of our lives than with the living of them. We...

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