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Breakfast as an Act of Love

When I first heard this was Hot Breakfast Month, because if the way my mind works, I thought of “bow-chicka-bow-bow” with

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Tony Moir

Posted on February 28, 2022

Personal Essays | When Grief Changed Me

So life is going to keep on keeping on and grief is sure to come again, but I know that hugs keep my heart tender and

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Posted on December 1, 2016

Less Than Two Standard Deviations | Poems of Fatherhood

Catching Up With You How quickly they catch up, those things. The things of which you only completed half, the half that

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Tony Moir

Posted on June 19, 2015

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