text: Ch-ch-ch-changes : All the small things
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  Jamie Goddard on	 October 11, 2017
  Ah, yes. This is good.
  Deborah Batterman on	 October 13, 2017
  I do my best to make sense of things . . . .
  Jessica Mireles on	 October 11, 2017
  I hear you, my friend. I, too am obsessed with the frightening antics of the hideous Orange Man. My blood pressure is up, yet I can't seem to turn away from the television. I pray that he will be gone soon and life can return to normal. Meditation will save us all. xxoo Lovely piece.
  Thanks for you thoughts, Jessica. I read a piece recently re: the enormous emotional toll Orange Man has wrought. Good to know we're not alone, distressing as it all is. Like you, I do believe things will change, but damage being done scares me.
  Britton Minor on	 October 12, 2017
  "Autumn is their rush hour" had me grinning. I've an affinity for squirrels. And this, your closing line: "And in the instant it takes to snap a photo, how often do we stop to think about what we might be missing?" – as a photographer, this hammered at me with truth. I've fought the urge to bring along 'the good camera' many times over the last couple of years simply so that I won't miss moments I might otherwise 'capture' without heed to the moment itself. It's a wonky balancing act sometimes, like so many other bits of life that arise.
  I echo your thoughts about our 'leader,' and am thankfully just too busy to spend much time feeling the deep disappointment, anger, and yes, fear for our country that lives in my gut. A trip to LA to find 'Twilight' handprints for my girl had us inadvertently coming across the man's "star" on the boulevard. It was THE ONLY ONE that was filthy! You can see the photo I couldn't bear not to snap, here: https://twitter.com/britton_writes
  There is something about squirrels — watching them climb, etc. — that makes me laugh sometimes. I think the word 'scamper' was made for them. 🙂