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LILLIAN CROOK: WildDakotaWoman — My Grief Journey: Epiphany, Again My Mother Comes To Me In A Dream

Again my Mother comes to me in a dream: My hair is long, down to my waist long. I wake up and my hair is long, but not down to my waist, which it has never been, which is silly. Hers as a young girl was. When I was a little girl, mine was thin and my older sister’s hair …


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Bev Benda: My Coach Bev — When Money Doesn’t Grow on Trees, Must We Cut Them Down?

Six years ago, my childhood home was bulldozed after the new owners had a fire and the city condemned it. When I learned that it took less than a half-hour to crush our huge old house into a pile of rubble and lay pavement in its place, I felt like my parents and seven sisters were also crushed into that pile. …