Grieving is like the receding tide
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I don't know if you've ever spent much time at the beach - a real beach, not the side of a pond or swamp. The "work" of grieving is like the receding tide. At first you don't see any progress, and your "shore" is just buffetted by endless large waves of grief. They toss rocks at you, and slither the sand out from ( Read more... )

Logging onto Yahoo, I noticed one of those fluffy articles that try to pass as important or news. This one was on "America's Most Shark-Infested Beaches".

Dah-dump. Dah-dump. Dah-dum dum dump, Dah-dum dum dump..........

Since I moved here 20 years ago, Michiganders have tried to brag to this New Englander that Michigan has more coastline than ( Read more... )