The Arrival
Standing on the sidelines at the airport behind the wheelchair I used to pick up a friend, I had the privilege
Lori Travers
April 26, 2017
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Standing on the sidelines at the airport behind the wheelchair I used to pick up a friend, I had the privilege
Observing the 2016 presidential election gave my limited brain capacity a much clearer understanding of where we are as a
Returning from an extended trip, a friend of mine called and said, “I brought you back something!” I anticipated the
My garage is a mess. I mean, I’m not really a pack rat, but somehow everything lands in my garage.
Running late, as usual, I peered down at my gas gauge icon. Could I make it to my destination on,
I knew that title would draw your attention. I’m smart like that. I’m also a grammar Gestapo, I can tell
We’ve come a long way, baby, haven’t we? I shudder to think what it was like to be a woman
It sure must have been lonely being a leper. At the depth of need for human compassion and touch, the
Grasping onto futility is painful. Letting go affords less pain, but frequently more fear. So we decide in that “rock-and-hard-place”