Category: Sons
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the Circle of Life
Only a few cards arrive for my husband’s birthday, but our kitchen window is full. Cards line the sill, and others hang from the wooden mullions that lend our Vermont farmhouse that window-pane look. Moons and lambs and jumping cows continue to trickle in–and do look out of place beside the ones poking fun of…
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Military Zen
My ears have been perked to the rise in suicides in the military of late. It occurs to me that all through history, lives are sacrificed in order to shift thinking. In the past years, I’ve been struck by the attention to “war crimes”- soldiers tried for “mistreating” prisoners of war–crimes within crimes– and the…
Kelly Salasin 