Tag Archives: Ted Strutz

The Sound

As a child, she walked the shoreline, listening to waves lap against rocks as she stooped to study tiny tide pool worlds that breathed in and out with the waves. As a teen, she sailed the inlet, departing the harbor … Continue reading

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A Dance of Lights

Last night, I read a Native American myth about the Northern Lights—that they are spirits of departed friends, dancing in the sky, and colors sashaying over the landscape mean loved ones who’ve left this world are happy. Three years after … Continue reading

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The Happiness Machine

~~~~~HAPPY NEW YEAR!~~~~~ As we approach the close of 2017, I wish you much happiness in the New Year. Here’s a tiny story to close this year and open the new one. 🙂 The Happiness Machine “Prove it,” I said, … Continue reading

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