Under a big, leafy maple tree, Grandpa rocked back and forth on the old porch swing, his warm gaze resting…
Today I turned 58, and my thoughts wander backTo rolling hills and maple groves of my youth in Quebec.The Eastern…
Have you ever gazed into the vast depths of time and pondered the insignificance of our possessions? It's a bit…
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A short story to ground us, to help focus on how we have become slaves in our own lives. But…
Father's Day to is not about presents or recognition. It provides one day of the year for a simple acknowledgment…