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He Loved Her
“This morning, with her, having coffee.” — Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise.
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Her Heart
A dear friend just endured open heart surgery. Her heart. Opened. Now she has always lived a life with an open heart, loving and laughing and giving to others, but this was different and frightening. Her heart truly opened and laid bare in a way that it should never be. Open to the bright hot lights…
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The Accompaniment
Many times I’ve wished my life had a soundtrack – a swelling orchestral accompaniment to celebrate my victories and finesse my failures. My moments of sadness and longing would be so much more poignant with a cello playing a brooding melody in a minor key. And that last half mile on my run would be…
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Ghosts of Spring
Since it doesn’t look like we’re anywhere close to having a crippling blizzard, it might as well get warmer so I can spend more time outside in the evenings. That thought in mind, I was outside this evening, grilling our chicken for dinner. It was that time of night when the sun is down, but it’s not…
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Snowdrops
I always love to see the first Snowdrops of the year. A promise. I especially love to see them in the snow. A promise of the beautiful change of seasons ahead, even while I am sadly saying goodbye to snow.
Truth and Malbec
Laughing. Hiking. Running. Food. Wine. A good cigar. Figuring this whole thing out.
Truth and Malbec 