I took a deep breath and adjusted my feet. The soft grass glistened in the morning sun. Light and heat warmed my limbs and I breathed it...

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I dipped my oars into the cold, inky lake. Beads of water ran down the paddles and into little whirlpools created by each stroke. My...

As I walked down the snowy path with a sycamore stick in my hand, I tapped each arched limb and freed heavy snow from the many bent...

By Eve Goldstein Last year, at the age of 54, I decided to put up my first Christmas tree. That may seem odd to you but I wasn’t raised...

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While many have said the burning question in the human heart is: “Why am I here?” I believe the question is not quite that vague. If we...

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Have you heard there’s a blight spreading through the community? It may be hard to detect, easy to prevent and worth your while to get...