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What does the storyteller have in common with the social worker? A shared knowledge that that any one person's story is not yet written.

September, that season of change full of thermostat swings and wardrobe havoc. Small inconveniences mask a time of beauty and appreciation.

We gather together as friends, a simple thing, really. That's what we are.

Reflections on a stream by a historic mill. What makes a stream both indelible and alluring?

Reflections on the loss of dirt roads in remote places, and the gifts of beauty, wisdom, and humor it gives to all.

Reflections on the tangled bargain offered by the train's song. They are everywhere, out here. Away from the city, they cross every...

A prime misdelivery is right on time. Cast iron versatility may not be a paradox.

Bearing silent witness, trees speak to our soul, guiding us to our truth.

Gratitude and self-determination entice us to new waters as we disembark from that which has defined us thus far.