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Them Apples
A Child’s Question I was asleep and my oldest daughter, preschool aged, had wiggled under the covers next to me, letting in a draft of cold air. As if this disruption of my bodily comfort wasn’t enough, she had added a question – a mental splash of cold water for good measure: “Mommy, why did…
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Slice of Life
Flying down the road, absorbed in your thoughts,as the beginnings of wildflowers peek out at the sun.Out of reverie with a jolt – What is that smell? Cutting the air like a knife, breaking the spell.Bemused searching eyeslook for the tell – And you see a manriding on the green shoulderof the road on a riding…
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A Liturgy for A Neighborhood Walk
Lord, thank you for the beauty of this neighborhoodFor the trees and flowersThat adorn this place – our temporary home.Let us remember our true journey as we tread the steps that bring us Out of our houses and into the path of opportunity. O, Lord, you are the God who seesEach family and person enclosed within each…
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The Power of Words
In wielding words, a power lies for launching souls into the air,like birds who soar to mountains high and cloudy ringéd cliff tops spythere gasping in the heady mountain air, for joy of bursting. And from the airy mountain keepsthe words like thunderbolt of fire – dive down to skim the waters deepreflecting stormy clouds that seepin writhing agony…
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Lemons and Lemonade
This lineage of lemon trees has been in my family for over 100 years and I’m very proud to participate in keeping the tradition – literally – alive. My particular plant exists thanks to my cousin…
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Daffodils
In the corner of my yard, by the funny crooked tree sheltered in the gentle shade dwell a cluster of daffodils.
Writ & Whimsy
Old fashioned thoughts about writing, humor, faith and life.
Writ & Whimsy 