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If I were a painter, then I would blend the colors of the Ben I knew into an abstraction of a sunset or reflection or tear drop (you decide) and, in the varying impasto textures [I would close my eyes and rub my fingers across the canvas to feel him once more.] and misshapen strokes, […]

They overcome me, and at the most unexpected times. The triggers, so minor. Yesterday, at my daughter’s first fall soccer tournament, one of our players took a ball to the stomach, wind immediately knocked out of her. As she stood in the middle of the field, bent over, trying not to cry, both teams got […]

A moment is as fleeting as the reflection of the heavens cast off of the icy rivers of winter. No two will ever be the same, no ripple will bend a moment at that exact angle again. Grasp it, hold it tight to your chest, never let it go. July 7th, cradled on my husband’s […]