I can remember looking forward to snack time in elementary school. So clear, in fact, is my recollection that just the hint of certain childhood staples gently wafting over the wall of a neighbor's cube quickly bring me back to that good place. These days, even a single flavor-blasted fishy evokes a positive physiological response. I live in fear of a chance odoriferous encounter with a cream-filled Hostess cupcake... Read More...

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Are we the architects of our own destinies? So many things in our lives manifest as cycles… even our paths through the relationships we form and grow, here and elsewhere, cycle through a life seeming sometimes their own... Read More...

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