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Family Reunion Memories

The upcoming holiday season provides numerous opportunities for family gatherings. When nostalgia becomes an accelerant, we can fall victim to unrealistic expectations. So stay alert and keep it [...]

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York Pathways Center for Grief & Loss Workshop

Finding Strength From Your Whispers  Perhaps you have a friend or a loved one who has suffered a loss. It is a lonely, difficult time. I know. When I discovered my whispers after the death of my [...]

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The Daily Shell: Farewell

Beginning As a writer, I know what is in my head and what I want to empty out. But, I never know for certain where my messages will land. I can watch my words expand on my computer screen. [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Forty

On some mornings, the sand feels firm under my feet. On other days, it squishes and collects between my toes. Once, I sank in the granular goop up to my ankles. Since I never know what the day [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-seven

The small speck tucked inside the pure, white shell reminded me of the early stages of my confidence. My little voice began as a tiny seed in my head. Years of life experiences nourished it and [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-five

I like order. For one thing, all of my can good labels face outward on the shelves. In my closet, I line up my shoes by color. In addition, the the toilet paper sheets roll over not under in each [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-three

“Mimi, I want to go parasailing with you. I think Max does too.” I embraced this leap of faith request from my seven-year-old granddaughter. She knew how much I enjoyed the summertime [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty-two

The shell Craig picked up was the biggest in my collection. I happily added it to the others. When Craig came into our family, I gained a son-in-law, a husband to my daughter, a brother-in-law to [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Thirty

Just like the tides, there is an ebb and flow to life. Summer provides more daylight and less darkness. But that does not mean there are not moments in the shadows.  Ocean Whisper: When my life [...]

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The Daily Shell: Number Twenty-eight

I picked up the surviving sliver and asked, “Where are the other pieces?” I was once broken too. Loss separated me from the life I had with another. I turned inward. There, a little [...]