by Sue Duby Never did I imagine that my latest unfolding of revelation could ever begin with soft ice cream. . . and lead to a major course correction in perspective.…
by Sue Duby This journey has been so very different. I’ve wrestled often over the years with wanting my days to count. Desiring to have purpose in my actions. Joy…
by Sue Duby I love morning quiet in my comfy chair. Chilly toes buried in a soft blanket. Shutters set just so for a perfect view of Spring’s magic explosion…
By Sue Duby — I’m not a great auditory learner. Give me a pencil and some paper, notes to take, equations to solve or some journal-type writing to clarify my…
By Sue Duby — My happy place is a coffee shop. Not just any coffee shop. Something special and unique. Comfy chairs. A new discovery. Quiet music. A corner where…
By Sue Duby — Buried under hanging jackets, Chuck and I wiggled to make room for each other in our tiny “safe place” closet under the stairwell. With a small…
by Sue Duby Life looks different these days. It feels different. It is different. And yet, much is the same. No wonder some days I feel confused and conflicted! Four…
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