A poem

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When this virus is over

I’ll sign you out for the day

And do everything I can to help you remember.

We’ll go to the park

And pick enough flowers for you to fill a thousand vases

With your lovely creations.

We’ll make your favorite cake

And eat the entire thing for supper.

Your brothers will all come to visit

So you can laugh at each other for having gray hair and wrinkles.

I’ll take you to the flower shop

You can tell them how they ought to be doing things.

In the afternoon we’ll go antiquing,

You…


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I step outside, the coolness of the early morning air clears the fogginess in my head, perking up my senses.
My thoughts are instantly calmed by the stillness of the moonlit landscape drawing me in, settling me into the here and now.
The predawn sky is clear, black, and never-ending. I tread lightly down the path, taking care to prevent any scuffling that would interrupt the chorus of crickets, cicadas, and toads as they sing to the night. I settle into the rhythm of their melody. …


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“You are the only one responsible for setting and maintaining work-life boundaries for yourself.” This invaluable advice was given to me by my mentor, who was a Vice President of Staffing and Talent Development at a Fortune 100 company. She explained it had taken her many years to figure out this important lesson and it is one that I believe many of us still struggle with. In today’s world of constant connection and instant gratification, it can be hard to maintain healthy boundaries. …


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The slow, long months after the holidays can stretch out endlessly as we wait for spring. The weather is cold, wet and uninviting, leaving even the most well-intentioned of parents tempted to throw in the towel on screen time rules and chalk it up to the pain of the season. Unless there is a fresh white snowfall begging the kids to come out and play, getting them motivated to turn off the screens and go outside can be tough.

Finding a purpose for your trip outdoors can help get your kids interested. There are many fun ways to connect with…


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Gray

That one word sums up winter in southern Ohio. The sky is overcast, the ground is damp and soggy, the trees colorless after shedding their leaves. On the occasion of a rare snowfall, the white is stunning and beautiful but short-lived, quickly melting into a mushy mess that lays in the dark and dirty piles it was plowed into.

The festivities and warmth of the holiday season have passed us by, leaving our lives quiet. The world outside is stark and bleak without the holiday decorations to soften it. …


A Story

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The boat reached the south end of the lake just as the first golden rays of the sun spilled across the water. The boy turned to admire the sunrise while his father dropped anchor and readied the lines. An hour earlier his father had awoken him in the darkness and the two silently left the house as the rest of the family slept. With fourteen of them on vacation together, the lake house was crowded that week and he was happy to have time alone with his father in the quiet morning light. The boy surveyed the water…


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Late fall is a time to celebrate the earth. In many cultures this practice originated after the harvest had ended, seeds were collected for the next planting and the days were continuing to grow darker until the winter solstice. For many, the new year started at this time, in the darkest part of the year, as a time for rest and recovery. Autumn celebrates the end of the lifecycle and the quiet preparation before the dead of winter and the rebirth of spring. As we spiral into this darkness, every day growing darker and shorter we are ending what has…


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Photo by Corrine Corcoran

I grew up in a small house surrounded by over 40 acres of forest. My brothers and I spent most of our days roaming through the woods, building treehouses, having mud fights and exploring. Every once in a great while my father would take me on what he called a ‘Walkie no Talkie’. A ‘Walkie no Talkie’ is a hike with no talking allowed. This was very, very hard for my young self, I always had something to say. While I appreciated the special time with my father, there were four of us kids so any kind of alone time…

Corrine Corcoran

Introvert, nature enthusiast and HR professional. Student of herbalism, history and anthropology.

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