I spent several days alone in my mother-in-law's house, mostly in her bedroom, sifting through everything from nightgowns to slips to pantyhose to make-up and jewelry. From the closet I pulled out familiar sweaters, jackets, trousers, and like-new dresses. As I continued performing this tearful task, a pattern began to emerge.
The saddest words ever written or said? It's a matter of perception.
O ut of the blue , I needed to read some poetry, which is weird, because I rarely read poetry, nor do I write poetry. I have penned...
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I found an old bucket in the woods and planted a mum in it. Over the years, the roots of this plant have been buried under snow, froz... -
After traveling down some back roads and winding through the hills of Virginia, we began climbing a mountain, leaning into one hairpin...
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About ten years ago, a guy named Dean Potter and a friend, Graham Hunt, put on their wingsuits and jumped off a cliff. The wingsuits enabled...