02: Hope

When summer is a faded memory and the hope for spring is shaded by the short and dreary days of winter, I love the scent and colors of the Franklin Park Conservatory. It is a reminder that with patience all things grow and even the hardiest need time to gather their strengths in order to

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02: Hope

When summer is a faded memory and the hope for spring is shaded by the short and dreary days of winter, I love the scent and colors of the Franklin Park Conservatory. It is a reminder that with patience all things grow and even the hardiest need time to gather their strengths in order to

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01: Ducks and other quacks

The pain needs perspective, else it becomes a cycle of self-abuse and destruction. Perspective is born from time and distance. With help, time and distance provide pain meaning.

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01: Ducks and other quacks

I use to believe some things were best kept private…but it is precisely the act of secret keeping that allowed my betrayal to fester so long. When the lies, secrets, and betrayal detonated on our lives twenty-eight days ago I was both sickened and relieved. The secret had been weighing down my soul and my

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