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The air grows crisp as the grasses scratch at bare legs. It’s time to pick seeds out of socks and find homes for all the garden tomatoes and zucchini carefully tended through the summer.
It’s an odd thing, I don’t know what to worry about anymore. At first it was whether or not my family of six washed our hands eleventy thousand times a day.
When I was a kid I didn’t consider what it meant to be a dad. My parents were divorced and my early years included visits to my dad’s house every other weekend, holidays and summer vacation.
Tendrils of what is going on in our world are tightening their twist around the daily workings of our lives.
I grew up living next door to my grandparents. It was as amazing as you could imagine.
As a frequent contributor to this fine publication, I was looking forward to writing a piece that would complement the efforts of the Big Horn show and the Huckleberry Press.
It’s easy to get sucked in by the social expectations of an agreed-upon action or result.
by Amber Jensen The Pacific and Inland Northwest boast all four distinct seasons and part of that is shown in our forest foliage. Of course we don’t have the vast…
It can be easy to write a wish list or day dream about the things we hope will come into our lives in the future.
by Amber Jensen, www.amberjjensen.com Thanksgiving is an entire month for me. I drag it out as long as I can. From the first day of November to the very last…
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