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Imitation Love and the Cotton Candy Tree

One day I was out working in the garden with my children. At one point my son Joseph asked, “Dad, what makes something a weed?” I thought that was pretty insightful, especially since none of his siblings had ever asked that question.…
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Dating and The Broken Leg

The other day I got a call from a woman, Shelley, who described her relationship with a man she was living with, a man who alternated between being emotionally abusive and emotionally cold and withdrawn. She responded with all the Getting and…
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The Sinking Sands

I once enjoyed a hike in the vast Arabian Desert. I had never seen so much sand. Everywhere I looked there was sand, punctuated here and there by a wisp of vegetation or a passing camel or two. On many occasions I have observed people behave…
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Falling in the Creek - Removing Obstructions

Our backyard is out in the woods, and over the years I’ve spent a lot of time making improvements : gardens, outbuildings, fences, drainage ditches, ponds, bridges, and the like. Lately I’ve been evolving into my zero-maintenance phase…
Do You Hear What I Hear? - Real Love Blog
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Do You Hear What I Hear?

One night as I was talking in my driveway with a friend from New York City, he said, "What is that sound? I can hardly hear myself think." I had no idea what he was talking about. "What sound?" I asked. As he described the noise, I realized…