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The Cone of Shame

The Cone of Shame

We have all been there at one time or another.  Tied around our necks like my dog’s cone of shame after a veterinarian procedure, we couldn’t get free from it. The cone was supposed to keep him from reinjuring his wound, but his sad, old face made me hurt for him.  As...
Why We Look Back

Why We Look Back

My husband of 30 years and I do something unconsciously for the most part….we look back. Like flicking your eyes to the windshield’s rear view mirror, we do the same in life. We take a glance behind us AS WE ARE STILL MOVING FORWARD. The quick glance...