Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as...
I have a bit of a rebellious nature.
Mom was 50 when my Dad died. She got on a bus every weekday for years and rode 40 miles each morning to Madison. She earned a new degree and learned new skills to start her small business. It wasn't just a new livelihood. It was a new life.
