The morning is still young, and already two people have interrupted me. Each time. . . .
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I have a friend whose child is a man now. He has been gone for many long and painful years. . . .
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Sometimes, when people close to me are suffering. . . .
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Before Tuesday dawned, I imagined it filled with a whole flock of. . . .
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Lately, I have been fasting—not from food or drink or chocolate, but from thinking about. . . .
Read moreeach word a gift
Yesterday, I paid close attention to my words. I practiced simply noticing. On a long drive, I noticed. . . .
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