We’re halfway through October and I can't help but contemplate the finite nature of our existence. It's a peculiar, disquieting thought, isn't it? The realization that life's ephemeral quality means we're allotted only a limited number of Octobers. Perhaps just one more, or five, or possibly fifty..
It’s been a while since I’ve shared anything here. Taking a step back wasn’t part of the plan, but life had other ideas. Losing my mom and then my dog...
I wake up every day thankful to live in such an incredible place. Sometimes, I feel like I have a hard time capturing the magic that is Maine. I think...
November, often overshadowed by the charm of October and the magic of December, holds a quiet beauty of her own. Remnants of Autumn linger, while the anticipation of winter’s first...
We’re halfway through October and I can't help but contemplate the finite nature of our existence. It's a peculiar, disquieting thought, isn't it? The realization that life's ephemeral quality means...
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