What I Learned From My Father's Murder
I used to think that good things happened to good people. Then my dad was killed
First Person
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Horses, Depression, and Me: How Riding Changed My Life
When my therapist wasn’t able to fit me into their schedule, I turned to equine therapy
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The Importance of a Family Cottage
When my son was born with a rare genetic syndrome, our secluded summer home became the one place he could be himself
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Camping is Better in the Winter
Spending time alone in the freezing wilderness can seem daunting. But I learned to love it
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Learning to Forgive My Distant Father
I always knew my dad loved me. But he often seemed to love his music more
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