Catching Yourself

Climbing vine on trellis against sky

There are moments when I can feel myself drifting. Not all at once. Not dramatically. Just enough that I recognize the familiar pull. My thoughts start reaching for certainty. I…

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Echoes Across Time

Vintage handwritten cursive poem on paper

The Hand I Never Held In 1890, a woman named Mary wrote eight lines in my great-great-grandfather’s autograph album. She couldn’t have imagined those words would survive another century. She…

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