Wit’s end is not a place at which we want to arrive. It is the cul-de-sac at the end of a long read paved with sweat, effort, stress, fear, and more effort. …
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When It’s Not a Happy New Year
You awoke to the sound of fire works, ready to slap the neighbor kids until you glanced at the clock. It was 12:02 on January 1. Happy New Year, …