When "Perfect" Isn't Enough

When "Perfect" Isn't Enough

Cozily nestled in a recliner next to the crackling fire, my heart is full. Home at last and reunited with my family for Thanksgiving break, I am overjoyed with gratitude. My family is healthy and their laughter floods the house; Thanksgiving dinner awaits; an incredible collection of friends—old and new—fill my life; all of my basic needs are quenched and then some. 

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My Sister, the Sun

My Sister, the Sun

The more I write, the more I realize that I can never capture the full beauty of a moment. Some thoughts and places just have this sort of puzzling aura that cannot be described—only felt. I cannot wholly sketch a single, precious memory in the mind of another. Instead, those moments reserve a sacred place in my heart, revealed only to those who shared that beloved fragment in time with me.

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