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I Miss You
I miss you you know that I don’t need to say it and I know you miss me. Missing feels sad and tender at the same time like an arrow…
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Casting our Stone
Years ago there was an interview about Mother Theresa who was in India caring for the dying. In this particular interview, Mother Theresa was feeding a starving baby…
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I Love You Mom
Over the last few years, Yann and I toyed with the idea of my coming over to California to spend a few months with my mom while she was/is…
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Rowing My Boat
We have little control over how life will unfold. We can plan, create, directed our desires, and dreams into a hopeful reality. But in the end, it is…
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What a Day Will Bring
The silver lining being home with my mother and son during COVID 19 is this extension of time, together as we pass these uncertain days I get to be…
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Where Do Your Thoughts Lead You?
The frame is very old, missing a few pieces, and crooked. The tiny metal shield has two angels painted on it with a monstrance. Behind the two objects a…
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One Pink Iris
My mother found one delicate pink iris in her garden. I have been posting a photo of a flower every day on Facebook. So far over forty photos since…
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