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It seems to me that the universe is bound together by dancing molecules of love. I’ve had a couple of rough weeks.  Free floating...

Breakfast happened in a sunny corner of the kitchen on a plastic tablecloth whose flowered print had faded in spots from the sun and the...

Is it uniquely American to pick and choose emotional states, as if from a menu? Be happy. Don’t be angry. Choose joy, not sorrow. Aim for...

I am hunkered down with tea and  a laptop, moving forward on a manuscript that has had its hands around my throat for the past year and...

You simply will not be the same person two months from now after consciously giving thanks each day for the abundance that exists in your...

My heart won’t stop aching for the cops shot to death while they were trying to protect the protesters. I think about their families and...

I kept the teapot and the sugar and creamer, though I lost the lid to the pot during a move. I displayed them on a shelf. The rest of the...

At first it seemed that there was just a pile of stuff on the ledge, nothing particularly orderly and then one day, it was finished. She...

Why should it matter that wet, March snow makes your boots create a squeaking sound when you walk around the lake in the early morning...

Now they are in their sixties and it seems strange that such a full life, a so many feelings and experiences life, rushed by them faster...