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“How could rocks and sand and silence make us afraid and yet be so wonderful?” Edna Brush Perkins Serene is a word you could use to describe Death Valley. She is isolated and desolate by anyone’s standards, a primeval destination, and maybe the perfect place to celebrate thirty-nine years of marriage.  This clearly reveals our […]

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In a few weeks, I’m going to celebrate my 60th birthday for the third time. I think it’s worth repeating because sixty is considered the far edge of middle age, anything over and above leaves you teetering on the brink of elderdom, and that province can be ruthless.  My eyesight might be shot to hell, […]