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“Come closer, I want to show you something,” my hands are cupped and I’m leaning down towards a gaggle of unruly grandkids. They gather around, excited, pointing, reaching towards my hands. “What is in there Grammie?” “I want to see.” “Show us.” I make a big show of it, moving slowly, building the anticipation with […]

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  I’ve been struggling to write a post this week, because I believe this is a time for me to be silent, to listen, and learn, but I also believe the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men (women) do nothing (attributed to Edmund Burke). I’ve been a student of […]

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Standing in front of Mom’s beautifully organized desk, I find myself unfolding a receipt for a dance class at the local retirement center, it’s country western, and my first desperate thought is can she get her money back? I know, it’s trifling, but honest. This is my go-to defense, focus on the trival, avoid painful […]

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I love ritual. Obsessed might be a better word to describe my predilection to a ritualistic life. I should have become a nun but I also had a predilection for this one special guy. What can you do? This is the way God made me. I start my day with a coffee ritual because I […]

I drove past a funeral the other day and was fixated by the small group of mourners gathered around the coffin. It was the uniformity of the attendees that caught my eye. The shiny brass handles of the coffin stood out like a shrine against the black clad flock of grievers. It made me wonder […]

It is amazing to me that I can transform my entire life with a little faith.  I can choose to focus on the negatives, I can continue to play self-defeating tapes in my head, and I can believe I have no control over the matters at hand.  Life just happens.  Right?  It’s taken five decades, […]

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Have you ever observed the dawn’s early rise from the comfort of your bed, lingering under the warmth of the blankets, long after the sun has made a brilliant debut? This is my church and I worship these moments from the altar of my bed, believing at times, the aging French doors are my stained glass […]