A House Made of Straw

What is it all for anyway?  What we have (what we don’t have), the way we look (the way we don’t look), what we choose for our lives (what we don’t choose)? I ask myself this question because most of us, no matter the stage in life we are in, live in survival mode. Teens…day …

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Dear Me,

Dear Me (you know…the teenage version of me), There are so so many things I want to tell you.  First of all, (especially in that flannel shirt) you are beautiful just the way you are.  Innocent too.  I wish you would hold on tight to that, as tight as you can.  Being a kid is …

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