My sister wrote me and told me I was pronoid. Was she saying something nice? It had to be, it was my sister. So I looked it up in the urban dictionary. Yes, I am. Are you? It appears to be a condition I was born with. I can’t remember a time that I didn’t [...]
Outside my window, the trees were swaying, the clouds were racing across the sky, and the bird feeder was barely staying attached to its post. As I watched these events, it occurred to me that if I didn’t know about the force called wind, I might say that mystery and magic was at work. Why [...]
BECA LEWIS coaches, teaches, writes blogs and books, plays with art, and is addicted to reading. She lives in Ohio with her husband and has kids and grandkids scattered across the country.
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