Some look at life’s journey as a pitched battle, and some as a noble quest. Either way, a smart knight should be prepared for the dragons he or she is bound to encounter along the way. My weapon of choice is a feather duster.
It has only snowed once so far this weird winter. I took advantage of the unlooked for boon of ice-free roads here in the country last week and went for a walk. My mood was somber as I set off down the road, well bundled against the bracing cold. I needed the lift that nature always gives me because I felt lower than I have felt in a long time.
I was thinking about my dear cousin, Moe. She’s experimenting with multiple chemo treatments, locked in mortal combat with the cancer that has spread despite her efforts. We recently learned that her…
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