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In a Manner of Speaking…

In a Manner of Speaking…

I was sitting on the couch a couple of nights ago and my phone lit up.  It was a message from one of my best friends and she dumped a whole lot of encouragement into my lap in the space of about 4 small paragraphs of text.  I read the words she had sent and...
Connectivity

Connectivity

When I was 8 or 9 years old, I would sometimes sneak out of my bed, creep over to the south window in the room I shared with my sister and slowly open the casement. I would sit there with my arms criss-crossed on the sill and let the Kansas wind blow across my face;...