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If this morning were any better I'd think I'd died and went to heaven-- the sun, the wind, the birds, thousands of gulls like noisy confetti on the flats at Lutak when we pedaled by before most humans were stirring-- and the eagles dozens of them -- one swooped so...

Happy Tuesday is what Marnie used to say at the end of the every Morning Muscles Class (or Thursday, as that was the other early morning fitness session.) We don't meet for class anymore, for all kinds of good reasons it wasn't sustainable. I miss it, but have tried...

Gratitude is the first verse of my hymn. I'm insisting on that, no matter what comes next. The news of a young friend's death coincides with moving a forty year-old father of three into a hospice room.  His mother tells me she still believes in God, more than ever,...

We have a lot of meetings this week, and they are crucial, as the result will be a new manager. Both Brad Ryan, the current facilities director and interim manager, and Debra Schnabel, a former assembly member and current Chamber of Commerce head are the finalists....

“To be hopeful in bad times is not to be foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is not just a history of cruelty. It is also one of compassion, sacrifice, courage, and kindness. And if we do act, in whatever small way, we don’t have to wait for...

Look what came in the mail today. Two heart rocks in a cool box, with a delightful poem from my old friend Marie. How perfect is this?! Look at this beautiful  heart shaped rock I found it this morning  on my morning walk.   I've been looking for one since I read your...