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What If Love Was Not Returned?

What If Love Was Not Returned?

— On Holy Saturday restlessness, our human “what ifs,” and the love that chose us anyway. Saturday, I’m sorry to say—it being Holy Saturday and all—was a restless day. It started off okay, I wrote, read, walked—the usual. But by the afternoon I couldn’t sit still. I...
The Arc of Being Loved

The Arc of Being Loved

After a week of wondering if I should start a Substack, like most of my writer friends have done, I ended up in a jumbled mess in my head—and so had my words. I can’t write when my head is jumbled. I realized the remedy to all this is simple: feeling loved. That’s the...
One Small Thing

One Small Thing

Today, sitting with“through this door:wisconsin in poems”,I was reminded how poetry can open our eyes to the small things. I am grateful for the poets, editors, and the space to see—to read, to write—something new…🧡 How is it that wordsso carefully,so soulfully...
Hey There, Charlie Bear

Hey There, Charlie Bear

My son Charlie on the left in 1983. My grandson Charlie on the right in 2026. Yeah you, I’m talking to you! 👩🏻‍🍼 I know! There’s two!  🐻🐻 The most precious baby gift I received when your papa Charlie was born, was a hand-stitched quilt made by his great-grandmother,...
Tater Tots on Tuesdays

Tater Tots on Tuesdays

In memory of Dad. “Taters” was originally posted in February 2015 My dad, Bill, would have been 96 today. This is the first year since he “went home to Jesus,” as he always said, that I forgot it was his birthday. I only remembered because it...

On Second Chances

I’ve been editing instead of writing, tightening instead of wandering, and somewhere along the way I found myself praying for a second chance—again. This essay is about surrender, humility, and learning to trust grace when the outcome still feels uncertain. Once upon...

Epiphanytide

I can just barely see a single star as I squint into the dark early morning sky. Shades of navy blue are beginning to disperse as the sun nears the horizon, competing with the stars’ light. I know they are there. And if I need a reminder of God’s Power...

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