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The Forty-Something Philosophy

The Forty-Something Philosophy

The discussion began, as many have the last few weeks, with my oldest daughter.  It’s what used to be the empty, quiet time in the house, the twins in bed, the middle daughter either beating on her guitar and wailing away at her angst-ridden singer-songwriter tomes or headphones in zoning out the world. 913 more words

It Worked for Awhile . . .

It Worked for Awhile


My son up there, Sam, has memories in everything.  They absorb the items and the breadth of everything around him like the pores of a sponge. 665 more words