When I was little I used to go to the fair or a carnival and feel so bad for the merry-go-round horses. It was so sad! They had a pole through their bodies and never got to go anywhere except around and around foever. Some nights after visiting the fair I would dream that I... Continue Reading →
The Pain of Being Alive
It has been said that pain is simply a part of what it means to be alive; an affirmation that we are living and breathing, for pain it seems comes with every change and change is the one constant in the universe. Does that sound too morbid? That life IS pain? Yes, there is plenty... Continue Reading →
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