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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...
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
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...