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from life comes Life

Leave the  cocoon, a caterpillar flies Sleep to bloom, a morning glory must Shed its layers, a grain of wheat thrives Yes from life comes new Life, not death        

The New Bed

  It’s Saturday morning and the phone rings as I’m making coffee. “Debbie, I can’t find the mattress protector.” Dad bought a new bed this week. “Didn’t you buy one?” “I thought so.” “I’m pretty sure John (my brother) said you did.” “Louis (his friend) put the...

Handy Handkerchiefs and a Goodnight Kiss

Is it just me or is there something about the way some people say your name that makes your heart hum? “Debbie,” he said. I looked up from my meatloaf and mashed potatoes to meet his eyes and smiled. I love hearing Dad say my name. “I lay on my back...

Smart Phone

This past weekend, Dad and I commented on how grateful we were that we made it through the winter without either of us getting sick.  We’re both vulnerable to catching pneumonia, him more than me.   This past Thursday, the nonprofit that I work at was holding...

A Cat and a Career

Tomorrow morning I’ll sit in the chair looking out over the trees on the street below my bedroom window and think how I used to balance my books on its arms as I read and wrote because our cat would lay in my lap—stretched out, paws crossed, eyes closed and purring to...

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