Go to the Woods
Through my tears, I strapped on the hiking shoes I wore on our last hike together – untouched since that day – and headed to Seneca Creek State Park, a nook of Mid-Atlantic flora and fauna amid the Maryland suburban …
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Bunny Trails
Long after I gave up on Santa Claus, I believed in the Easter Bunny because of bunny trails. For my mom, the world was filled with magic at the holidays. It was as if she sprinkled everything with magic fairy …
My Grandmother – Peaceful Warrior
Anna Creighton Laing was born in Halifax, Nova Scotia in 1898. She was raised in a conservative, quintessentially Victorian-era Presbyterian home. She, and all her brothers and sisters were all bright, well-read, well-spoken. They only spoke when there was something …
The Last Day
A year gone by… Some start stories like this with, ‘I can’t believe a year has passed already.’ Nah… I feel the year gone by. I know it’s been a year – a strange, beautiful, transitional year… that you have …