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Located in Brookside in the heart of Kansas City

Finishing the Canvas

It has been an unbelievable journaling year for me, thanks to Joy Zimmerman’s terrific idea for 2022 – to design and create our own canvas. I took up the challenge and not only did I thoroughly enjoy myself, but came to realize that this task propelled me to plumb the depths of things

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Wintering Part Two

November is the month we celebrate my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving, and while I am not a big fan of holidays in general (except my birthday which I realize is not actually a holiday for most), I am partial to this one as it has escaped (mostly) the commercialization beset upon others, involves wonderful

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Lovely October

Lovely October

You know, I really love October. The quintessential autumn month. Full of crisp chilly mornings that turn into glorious sunny days, the play of swooshing leaves underfoot, visions of yellow, red and orange swirling above in the swaying branches, showing off one last time before winter strips them

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Random-Sporadic – My September Canvas

Growing up in Michigan, Labor Day was the cut off for summer and the beginning of the school year. Nowadays that distinction belongs to the month of August, but even after teaching so many years here in Missouri, that lingering memory of stretching summer out til the end of Labor Day Monday, bubbles

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Verb-ing

Last year I read a wonderful book called The Fox and I: An Uncommon Friendship by Catherine Raven. And although I knew there would be sadness towards the end (there was), the relationship between the fox and the author stood strong against the inevitable cycle of life we are all prey to. One

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Shifting Fault Lines

Unexpectedly, the completion of my long-awaited Ireland trip laid bare a fault line in the foundation of my identity. Weeks after deplaning, I felt rather wind swept, pieces of my disciplined planned life scattering like fallen leaves. Suddenly my lines of demarcation fell away and I was rendered boundless. For someone

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