Rites of Passage: The Leaf Pile

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have a distinct memory of a Fall evening in the late 70’s. I had built up as much speed as my little legs could muster in a full on sprint; my sights aimed at a pile of leaves towering twice my size. The exhilaration washed over me as I bounded into the air, took flight, and landed belly first in …



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ella Boo, I’ve only written you twice before. Once just after your birth, and again on your first birthday. I love a big event and have always been a fan of the grand gesture. But as I get a little older and hopefully a little wiser, I’m starting to see the beauty and elegance found in simplicity. I’ve always been …