An unexpected holiday tradition cut its way into my family in 1978. That was the year that my grandmother shared our Christmas knife with my mother. Yes. A designated-veteran knife we use only at ...
On a late December eve youwatch a scavenging red-tailedhawk land in the sling-shotcrotch of a backyard pitch pinetree competing with a local beachfox for squirrel and rabbit prey. You see ...
So, I'll just resolve to stay alert in 2025 against all our demons, to be less affected by SAD, and to use my Happy Light more often. I'll try to somehow aid others who are similarly affected, to ...