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My favorite animal is, and has always been, the wolf. Wolves get a bad rap. For centuries, they’ve been painted as villains in fairy tales and folklore—monsters lurking in the dark, symbols of danger and destruction. But people forget something important: wolves were here first. Long before fences, ranches, and highways, this land belonged to
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His name was Alphie.He was blue. Soft. The softness that absorbs sadness instead of asking questions. When I was hurting, he made it hurt less. My mother bought him for me when I was eight and covered in chickenpox—itchy, feverish, and miserable. I was heartbroken more than sick. She had taken my sister to Knott’s
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My thoughts on longevity are simple—almost laughably simple. Do what Dick Van Dyke does. Move. Enjoy life. Don’t overcomplicate it. I joke that he’s 100 years old—and while that’s clearly my wishful thinking talking, the spirit of the idea still holds. His philosophy never been about obsession. It’s about living. And that’s the version of
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I spend a lot of time thinking about the past—specifically the 1980s, when I was a teenager. Those years weren’t just good. They were the best years of my life. High school in the ’80s.Living in Newport Beach.Going to the beach whenever I could.Hanging out with friends, day after sun-soaked day, with no real concept
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First, Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and Happy Holidays to those who have their own celebrations. 🙂 Second, things that make me nostalgic are anything that reminds me of my grandparents… movies from the 1940s and 1950s—music from the Rat Pack or Benny Goodman—stories told by anyone about WWII or the era’s history. I





