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Love at its Best

Love at its Best

“Keep going, it’s okay if you mess up, you’re only human,” I tell myself. God’s grace is on you, His glory is in you.* I have the best writing friends. Their words arrive and bless me every day, even at 3:00 a.m. Especially at 3:00 a.m. When I can’t sleep these days,...
On Remembering the Corn Story

On Remembering the Corn Story

Do you have a favorite Thanksgiving story? I do. Some stories never grow old, but this one had to grow old before it became a favorite. I thought of the story once again this year and considered sharing it, but since I had already shared it here—twice!—I changed my...
Yellow Hoodie Haiku

Yellow Hoodie Haiku

The sweatshirt he wore yesterday was the color of the leaves. He stopped. I kept going, but Turned back when I noticed he Wasn’t beside me. My hands were cupped to Keep the wind out of my ears. “Wear your hat,” he’d said When we left the house. He handed it to me, the...
The Flame

The Flame

There was a perfect opening between the trees, A frame for the Flame Of Fire. We walked towards it because that’s what you do when the Sun greets you and then follows you along your path. You realize. We walk in the Light Of Love. __________ In memory of Dee June 20,...
Hands, Feet, Tears

Hands, Feet, Tears

Maybe you can understand why I said yes without hesitation last week. My dear friend, Harriet, asked if I would represent the Christian faith at a Shabbat Service Friday evening, to participate in an interfaith grief ritual. “To come together, facing our broken...
A Writing Reflection

A Writing Reflection

I’ve just come away from a three day writing retreat. It will take time to see the lasting impact. It’s a process. Three days surrounded by a genuinely loving, encouraging, supporting group of writers, like my WordPress community here. It was over lunch with a friend...
What You’ve Taught Me About Writing

What You’ve Taught Me About Writing

This is the place I often come to be with you. It’s funny how you are always here before I put my fingers to the keys. It seems I carry you around with me. We’ve grown close without trying. Because we aren’t afraid to share things here, things we carry in our hearts....

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