The Wind Through the Trees

I did my best to make the most of my childhood…

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…the middle of May, the lilacs along my driveway are in full bloom and, as always, they remind me of Aunt Arlene. She had a row of lilacs that ran all along the southern section of her yard. Well, it wasn’t exactly “her yard”, or Uncle Bud’s either. The farm, the yard, and almost everything else around the place actually…

By K. L. Shipley

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I Don't Know

The fog never clears. We must make our best guess, and move on.

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…little words that stick in the craw. Even when we know that we don’t know, we are reluctant to say so. We believe that admitting ignorance makes us vulnerable. Ignorance does make us vulnerable; admitting ignorance is the first step toward being…

By K. L. Shipley

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