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Hey Dad, I Missed You.

It’s Father’s Day. For the longest time now, I’ve chosen not to look at it in the rearview mirror. It’s become a day of celebration for the three men...

My List Keeps Growing.

I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don’t intend to waste any of mine. ~Neil Armstrong   Quite a while back, I wrote about death– how...

Stealing Words.

We sat on the sofa, our feet sharing the colorful quilt that made the quiet evening feel safer. It had been so long since we had just sat beside...

When I Forgot Who I Am.

I forgot who I am. For just a moment, I forgot. The morning found me knowing. In a conversation with a friend, I spelled it all out clearly. I...

When Swears Aren’t Enough.

There are some days when swears aren’t enough. I stood in the shower, tears streaming down my face. The morning had already started off on a hard note, as...

Making Little of God’s Recipes.

I thought it would be about enough. But I was wrong. God spoke to Moses, “I’ve listened to the complaints of the Israelites. Now tell them: ‘At dusk you will...

God Doesn’t Swim.

It’s Easter. And Easter is a story unlike any other story. Because, while Jesus may have said, “It is finished,” on the cross, the story of the life that...

Share Each Other’s Burdens

“This place is so cool. So kids get to come here? Is it a park or something?” I watched the two groups of teenagers walk around the corner of...

Hey Little Love.

A story to celebrate International Women's Day. Mine. It was written two years ago, as I learned to embrace the girl I once was and the girl I am now....

I Am Not My Memory.

It is no secret that I love story and find my most comfortable place in storytelling. To wrap flesh and bone around hope and let it walk in the...
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