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No Complaints

If I called today bliss I’d be remiss It’s Monday, after all The weekend had the gall To end far too early Leaving me feeling surly Yet I shan’t complain There’s not a drop of rain No Texas-size flood here … Continue reading

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Pondering the Why of Suffering

When Jesus and his disciples encountered the man born blind as recorded in John 9, the disciples wanted to know why he’d been born blind. Was it the man’s sin or his parents’ sin that had caused this tragedy? Why … Continue reading

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You Cannot Grow Peace from Murder

I read a post by Anne Lamott on Facebook the other day regarding the Women’s March. I kept coming back to one line: “You cannot grow tulips from zucchini seeds, or peace from murder.” Today this thought continues to resonate … Continue reading

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Silent Whisper

I hear her whisper in the darkness Sometimes in the light I hear her giggle from beneath the frilly dresses at Costco Can I have one, Mommy? She’s not really there I silenced her voice thirty-five years ago But Jesus … Continue reading

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It Curls and Swirls

Tendrils of cigarette smoke swirl up to my bunk curl in the air it stunk So I’d twirl the crank open the tiny window breathe fresh air through the dusty musty screen it stunk But not as bad as Old … Continue reading

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The Saving Grace of Jello

I don’t really know what cancer is, but mom’s in the hospital having surgery because she has it. I think that’s what Aunt Barb had and she died. I hope mom doesn’t die, too. We’re visiting her today. She might … Continue reading

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Her Hideous Scar

Once I saw her without her shirt or bra revealing the scar where her surgeon first took her diseased breast then sloppily gathered excess skin in a quick running stitch of sutures leaving her hideously deformed It’s no wonder I seldom saw her smile … Continue reading

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