Tag Archives: Ernest Thompson Seton

Finding Us

What did I hear in that note that stunned me and sent me into the sock drawer, consumed with anger and hate?  I heard: You are not enough, just as I had begun to skip along trusting that I was.  As I walked with … Continue reading

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