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It wasn’t the fart…

Really, it wasn’t the unmannerly expelling of gas in a public place that did me in that day.  It was all that came before.  It was the year-long battle to right myself after the death of my aunt Winnie; who was like my mom, that left this ship listing badly and in need of repairs to… Continue reading It wasn’t the fart…

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Looking back to look ahead

A dear friend made me a cross stitch saying and had it framed and sent to me a number of years ago.  She did it at a time when I was struggling to move out of a deep well of grief and despair I had found myself in after a particularly hard season in life.  I… Continue reading Looking back to look ahead