They are constant, visual reminders to me of all the places I've been, the things I've seen and learned, and the other travels, hopefully, still to come...
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THROUGH MY LENS: Fridge magnet gallery
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Leveling Up
Writing had become my way of telling myself my own stories, looking for clues in all the tangled events...
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THROUGH MY LENS: The things they carried
The world was surely a very different place... yet I can't help but believe people themselves weren't that dissimilar from who they are now.
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On the Run
Quite often in life, I've had to do things I didn't like to do... taking on the task of running might seem like small potatoes at first, in reality it was more akin to climbing a mountain...
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Silent Summer
... I felt what I wanted now was to get out into the world again. To be a part of it, to be connected once more.
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Of Gods and Small Things
I see the divine close at hand every day, and have never felt the need to find it in a church or give it a name of any kind.
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Coming Home Again
Like Scarlett O'Hara, I felt like I was running back to Tara to find some strength. Only my Tara was about 1600 square feet with a cemetery just beyond the backyard.
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Words with Friends
To find a kind of shared passion with a group of fellow travelers... now that is something truly amazing for me to experience.
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Not Me, Too
Although I wasn’t an innocent, I was a bit naïve. I had never seen anything like this coming...
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Seeing Ghosts
I think most times those are the most troubling ghosts of all, the ones that are mine, the ones that are me.
