Eternity lives in moments. In the most desolate and desperate situations, hope can shine and miracles do happen. Know this and be well. I remember the details with perfect clarity of that evening of Dec 23, 1997. Amanda and I were returning home on a snowmobile from a overnight cabin trip with friends in the …

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Oct.30/17 4:30am It was an appropriately creepy Halloween time walk early this morning. The wailing north westerlies dominated the pre-dawn landscape. I hate these winds. These winds lend voices to things otherwise silent. The trees moan as they bend to their demands. Their leaves shiver on the branches. Wires scream with warning, pushed to their …

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Today is just like many other days. We’re rushing around, wrangling kids, trying to get them dressed in clean clothes and fed a decent breakfast and bonus points for getting them to brush their teeth and maybe sometimes, or all the time like in my case, this side-show shit hits the fan. There may or …

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Grief The house was quiet and still, where once you couldn’t escape the noise. It was mostly happy noise, not always, but it was life. Life’s noise. The ringing of the phone, the tv in the living room with the volume way up, the laughter among friends, and the screaming between sisters. That day the …

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To the lost boy He approaches me with anger once again but this time I don’t back away. I stand my ground, no longer fearful of him I choose to listen. She chose you over me, anger thinly veils the absolute desperation. I can see that now. She didn’t, I respond and quickly follow up, …

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I have found that social media in all it’s trendy immediacy has a way of creating an emotion in me very suggestive and powerful. Only recently have I been able to decipher this as Lust and a little longer to realize the difference between Want and Lust. Here’s a brief list: – The White House: …

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This scene has played out in my mind a million times and it still haunts me. I think it’s time to say I’m sorry. The telephone rang breaking through the calm of the evening. Isn’t that how all tragedies start? A simple phone call. Maybe my parents had been waiting for it, I don’t know. …

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