When Nostalgia invites me to sit and reminisce, Sadness almost always comes knocking at the door. If I'm not careful, these guests of mine linger longer than is good for me. What I have to do is remember to ...
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Writing about an ending, where do you start? When did the ending really begin and when did it officially finish off?
All I know is the sun began setting on our California scene much too soon and a part of me will always be there — with the toe-happy sand, exhilarating waves, sun-bleached skies, smiling palm trees, and eclectic people.
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The lovely photographer, Lydia Tolman, captured these last year.
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Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story you're about to be told began with the holiday worlds of auld...
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At this very moment the most ironic global event is taking place: the obsession with the selfie phenomenon. People have called selfie-takers Gen Y, Millennials, or Generation Selfie.
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Kimmy has a daring heart full of wanderlust and beautiful dreams. She notices the small details in day-to-day living and derives so much pleasure from life's tiny miracles. Her heart takes care of her husband Eric and her daughter Audrey, and their hearts take care of her.
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My sister's daughter Charlote Ruthie-Rose was recently born. I traveled up to San Jose for a visit and snapped a few of these raw, endearing moments of mama and baby with my iPhone.
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Sometimes, when I look back, I realize how much I've left behind. A feeling of nostalgia washes over me. I yearn to go back to my five-year-old self, my nine-year-old me, my sixteen-year-old Allie. I wonder if I was better then than I am now.
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It's hard to see our possibilities, our bloomabilities, through. It takes bravery to turn a possibility into a reality. It takes bravery to bloom. But it is during our brave bloomabilities, those experiences that try and pull us, that we flower into something more than we could have ever imagined. It is in our brave bloomability that we find our deepest joy.
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