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The first time we met, Lizzie told me her story on our way out of the book store so I could see what she meant, and it grew for five more ..

There is little about winter I like, every bit of it has sharp points that hurt all over when all you wanted was a little fresh a..

When all hell breaks loose so close you can reach out and touch it, the warrior within you looks up and guffaws. When lightn..

STILL WATERS A hundred feet away from the green cascade of a weeping willow beside still waters is a smooth transitiontoinner solace wh..

I spent a lot of time with Mama and Papa on their Tennessee farm. The barn in the hollow below their house was a castle when I was a..

I love the times when there is nothing to say, like when I am confronted by my colossal insignificance. That mountain I can reach out and ..

There is a primal need to talk it out. And “it” can be all there is, or just the hops in this new IPA. Or a meeting of tribal el..

First grade, maybe, second, or third? I’m not sure, but what a world of fantasy I found in “The Five Chinese Brothers!” ..

My feet are in love with mossy,black earth under a canopy of trees, soft, yet strong enough to feed the wide Oak, tall Pine, smooth Hollies, ..

THIN PLACES 2 SURF CASTING What can be said aboutthe sea that has not already been said? When it rages and that tall s..