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Life Abroad
Sacha called to talk. With each of his words, I wanted to jump through the phone and pinch his cheeks. Somehow to get back to the days where he was…
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The Hard Easy Chair
My Mother, a little girl, sits, in my father’s easy chair. moment by moment healing in the evening…
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Souvenirs and Healing Tools
Little souvenirs. Tucked in pockets, stuffed in the corner of the drawer, left unattended in a box on top of the closet or under the bed. Moments are treasured and…
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Mother’s Day
Dear Mom, My heart is full… more-so it is overflowing. It is heavy with love, tenderness… it aches. I have seen your love, tasted your love, felt your love…love’s messages…
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The Gift of Life
While my father was in the hospital I stayed with my cousins Judy and Chris, since going home to Willows was too far away to be a daily option. Their…
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Jumping over Muddy Water
The rice fields are flooded, the seeds are taken root, the harvest will come months later…. yet today the water…
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Thank You
The tenderness that surrounds our hearts is healing. Soft and caring, full and rich. My family and I thank you. We are…
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Petal by Petal
The days unfold, a tiredness slips into the empty space. The fragrant petals of yesterdays long gone soothe but cannot replace the thorn…
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My Father’s Eulogy
Looking out I see many family and friends… It is such a healing gift to be surrounded by your love for my father. Thank you for coming and showing my…
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The Rosary
Last night we entered the church early and sat up front. The community came later and sat behind us. The feeling…
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