I’m a slow learner. Or another word: stubborn. Pain is a patient teacher. I love the way…
While winter’s last bloom graced flower and tree, the cardinals in my yard kept singing their…
What will Spring look like in Kyiv? I dread it for them – and for us. This…
It’s Saturday morning – dark, early – and I’m in a hotel room in the desert….
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