Grandmother’s Afghan

I think I’ve lost my nerve. I say “I think” because these days it comes and goes with the wind. When or why I lost the ability to try new things I can’t say for sure. It seems like I’ve been this way forever and like my grandmother’s hand crocheted…

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Facing Our Deepest Fears

Living in fear can take the joy from life and the texture from living. It’s easy to feel the nudge of fear that would have us huddle in a corner afraid to venture forth. A day doesn’t go by that we don’t hear of, or live through, a natural disaster…

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