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Aging gracelessly

When we heard a scraping noise followed by a loud hissing sound as we backed down the driveway Sunday afternoon, I knew before Mike stopped the car that it was bad. I was hoping maybe the tire had hit one of the many sharp rocks that line the triangular wedge of land...

Kindfulness

I was poking through a local store with my niece and her boyfriend a couple weekends ago while they were visiting between Christmas and New Year’s. They got into a lively debate over the relative merits of the Squishmallow collection on the shelves nearby. “They’re...