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We’re approaching a new season. Like children with a firefly cupped in our hands we hold onto summer’s warmth, carrying it with us as we...

We are sun-kissed, one part salt water, one part watermelon juice running down our chins. At dusk the clouds look like they have...

My tradition has the gift of seasons- blocks of time that tell us that things can become new again. We can become new again. Creation...