A Prescription for Possibility

I had a short conversation the other day that has stuck with me — not because it was particularly meaningful but because … well, you’ll see. I was at the pharmacy picking up medication for my mother. To further set the scene, it was early morning, pre-coffee. (I’m foreshadowing a false sense of doom here.Continue reading “A Prescription for Possibility”

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