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What happens when my two talented daughters decide to create something? Magic! This time magic took shape in a huge dream catcher. Left-over willow branches, yarn, found glass baubles, crow’s feathers. Then the sun caught it and it ignited. Only sweet dreams in our house

April 15th four years ago, my father turned 70. A few days later on April 22nd he died. We were lucky, we tried to tell ourselves, he was given eight months and he actually got eighteen. My parents were in

Spoke to R this morning about balance. More specifically, where the balancing point is between intellect and emotion. I can tell you right now that my intellect is so not dominant. Not at all, at all. I’m super emotion dominant. If you knew me