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"You have a choice," are the words I hear, as though spoken aloud, as I transition from a state of sleep to wakefulness. As I m...

The smooth, white object, once the inner part of a shell, is handed to me signifying my turn to talk. I had struggled all day during the si...

Sometimes I forget who I am. Not because of early onset Alzheimer's or some form of denial, but more precisely--who I am supposed to ...

In the midst of unpacking from our recent camping trip to the beach, I notice sticking out from the pile of mail on the counter, a small, p...

It takes time to enter into rest. One does not merely cease from activity, climb into a bed, and awaken refreshed the next morning with a b...

Walking slowly through the backyard, the grass seems to be a brighter hue as the warm earth, softened by rain, gives way ever so slightly t...

When the challenges of a previous year are still plaguing one six months into the following year, drastic measures must be taken! Sensit...