I live in a neighborhood full of deer. I often have to watch out for them as I drive to and fro, so I don’t hit them with my car. In February, in the ice and bitter cold, the mother deer watch their fawns stroll across the street, hoping they are not harmed. It is…
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It is autumn. It is a time that signifies the end of something, the beginning of something else, and the “in between.” It is a time when the old life withers and new life eventually emerges. It is a time of change. So many of us are truly afraid of change, but change is something…
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It’s interesting how memories come back to haunt us. At one moment, we are thinking about one thing and in the next split second, we are taken back to the not-so-wonderful past. This happened to me yesterday as I was driving. I passed by a familiar restaurant and memories flooded my mind. What is particularly…
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Today is Thursday, March 07, 2013, and I had the long-awaited pleasure of spending this day all by myself. Today is also the anniversary of my mother’s death. She died thirty-two years ago at the young age of 47. So, today, I suppose I am grieving this loss like I do every year. I decided…
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Vilma Reynoso 