Make Peace With the Past

Make Peace With the Past

I received a letter from Beth. We attended the same high school.  Beth was a cheerleader.  She was beautiful and popular.  I was awkward and shy.  She married her high school sweetheart and proudly shares pictures of her husband, children, and grandchildren on...

Holding Fire

When I was five, I loved to warm my hands by a fire.  Roast marshmallows.  Twirl sparklers.  As I got older, I looked to other people to tell me who I was and what I wanted. As adults, moments of clarity come when we are forced to make a decision. ...

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