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Among the inordinate number of miracles and magic that arise from our natural world every day is the unbelievable potential that is buried within a seed.  A seed, not knowing its destiny, contains the roots of the plant that it has the potential to become.  Those roots are within it from the moment that seed develops in the womb of its mother fruit.  Not all seeds are nurtured in a way that their potential is unlocked.  It requires the right environment.  The right conditions

I do not hate men.  I love men.  They drive me crazy, at times, and they can be quite childlike if they don’t get their way, if power or control is taken from them, or God forbid, they get a head cold.  But I love them.  I grew up a tomboy.  I chose to play in the dirt and build things with the boys over playing with dolls and admiring pretty things with the girls in my neighborhood.  There were always a few exceptions.  Always a few girls who appreciated my sense of humor an

Note :  In the winter of 2024, I lost my beloved dog Zoe.  Although I loved all of my dogs equally, Zoe and I were kindred spirits.  I remember when her sister Hayden died, and in the midst of our grief, friends and family members commented on how they worried about me when it was Zoe’s time to leave.  As expected, her passing crushed me.  I’ve written about it, and the love and passing of all my dogs, in my memoir-in-progress.  Being a mother to dogs is the only type of moth