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Some books draw us back to them because some truths need more time for us to sit with them. To have us weigh and consider more carefully those things they feel need further thinking on by us. When I first read Marianne Fredriksson’s “Hanna’s Daughters” 18 months ago I was inexplicably moved. The story could be everywomans, though (more…)

There’s a great deal of glee that comes with being able to puff billowing tendrils of warm air out to form the genie-like apparition we know as smoke stacks. No real smoke, just warm air meeting cold in the battle to keep an upper hand. Silliness when you think about it because (more…)

Moods are funny things. Have you ever wondered why one kind comes out ahead of another at any given time, on any given day? I do, often. And it’s not even like we have an option somedays.

Some days are more reflective, some exhuberant, others overwhelming or sad but (more…)

I like that the older you get the less you have to work at getting every other man and his dog to appreciate that fact. It