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When dying is beautiful

I wish you could have seen it–the mountains surrounding my home. They were breathtaking (I struggle for a better word) this morning. Golden and rust colored mounds swollen with pigment, giving off the warmest glow. Shafts of light breaking through the sky,...

Embracing the Uncontainable

My eldest son and I were driving home from school on Friday chatting easily about his day: his relief at passing his Algebra 1 practice SOL (standardized testing for VA) that had him all knotted the night before, his concern for a football buddy hit hard in the prior...