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Growth & The Taste of Michigan

Words I found via email this morning: This Saturday morning finds me alone and quiet for the most part. My mom is snoring, not ten feet away, in the chair she insists upon sleeping in each night even though the footstool doesn't stay up and the recline doesn't stay reclined and her hips slide down… Continue reading Growth & The Taste of Michigan

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The Shortage of Words

There is no shortage of words in our world today. Everywhere I turn this year, I feel bombarded by words -- some important, some flippant, some superficial, some profound, some firm with conviction (and some that perhaps shouldn't be), some redundant with talking points, and some just plain irritating. Perhaps this has always been the… Continue reading The Shortage of Words