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While they may have their facts, I have my alternative facts

Isn’t it time to move on?

As kids, my brother, sister, and I were allowed to roam in the vast unspoiled sandy heath across Cranberry Hole Road

Napping on the job

There’s a gentleness about winter

A burden that sometimes feels like it is getting away from me

A friend told me later that eagles carry the symbolism of impending change

“She never suffered as I have.”

Household menu updates are, of course, most common at New Year’s, when dieting is a ritual

The tree had been a seasonal curtain on my view of Main Street