Companion … Not Surrogate … A hopeful place …
A number of years ago we dug a flower bed across the front of our property. No small feat when you consider the width of our yard where the bed rests could be nearly 80 feet. I am guessing the area covered by this bed to be in the … Continue reading
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Confusing conversations … when anecdotes don’t communicate …
Conversations trouble me. It is not that I do not like conversations. In fact most who know me would scratch their heads at the opening sentence. My wife would say I talk too much. Our worlds of words often seem more a jungle than an open plain. We who … Continue reading
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