In two weeks’ time, the place I’ve referred to as home since I was ten years old and entering fifth grade will no longer be my family’s home. The familiar feel of the slightly worn square key sliding into the lock; the ‘I could walk it with my eyes closed’ path...
I love old, goofy movies. In “Support Your Local Sheriff” one of the funniest lines comes from the town drunk who bears physical resemblance to the big, bad gun for hire the townsfolk are terrified will ride into town. Once scrubbed clean and put in proper gunslinger...
“What is your current resilience factor?” I asked a client recently. I could have made a batch of gluten-free cookies in the pause before her answer. “I don’t think I’m very resilient at all,” she said in a measured tone, trying to hide that she was weeping. “Woo-hoo,...
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