Some Days, We See Patterns

Pete and Repeat sat on a wall.  Pete fell off.  Who was left?  Repeat. Pete and Repeat sat on a wall… Do you remember that joke from when you were a kid?  The one that never ended until something finally gave and there was some kind of forced interjection?  “Enough already!  Let’s go jump rope!” ... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We Are Reborn

Each year at this time, as the birds start to chirp and the cherry blossoms burst in the cool spring skyline, I am taken with the metaphor of rebirth.   For as long as I can remember, and most certainly since I was old enough to yearn for something more, this time gave me hope,... Continue Reading →

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