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January 29, 2020

Wait a minute, wait a minute! 

When did he become a young man?

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Where is he going now? 

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Who is he with? 

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

When will he be home? 

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

What does he mean, “Don’t worry...

December 11, 2019

I called myself a writer today 

And the veil began to fall

I called myself a writer today

And heeded Spirit’s call.

I called myself an artist today 

And the paintbrush took my hand

I called myself an artist today

And painted with colors bold and grande.

I called myself a Mothe...

August 30, 2019

Age is but a number

A wrinkle and a scar

Revealed through years of searching 

While looking at the stars.

Age is but a teacher 

A universe concealed 

Sown seeds of lived encounters 

We harvest what’s revealed.

Age is but a moment

Here and now, once more

Rememberings and teaching...

June 28, 2019

Five years ago you went away. I still remember your last days, all of us circled around your bed. 

I think if you could have talked during this time you would have waved us all away, telling us to go home now. 

You actually said the words to me just before you started on...

May 11, 2019

I was struggling to remember all the little wisdoms my mother would say when sharing moments together. Mom was a big picture kinda person who never got lost in the details, although she would play in them, like Orcas circling prey. Her instincts were killer.

I remember...

January 31, 2019

It was in 7th grade when my academic and attention issues started to become obvious.

We had just moved to a new house which meant a new school. I was a shy, skinny, almost 6-foot,12-year-old kid, who found herself trying to fit her long, lanky awkwardness into belonging...

December 23, 2018

You’re a Light!

My mother was a pediatric nurse in Jersey City, NJ.

When her friends were all getting married and planning their families, my mom decided to become a nurse, even with the voice of her mother saying, in her fine Irish brogue,

“Mary, what are you doin’? You...

October 7, 2018

There is no better therapy or salve for the soul than a visit from a sister who has your back.

There is no better feeling than the exhaustion from belly laughs that have left you gasping for air and caused tears to stream down your face, because divine breath has been a...

September 30, 2018

I am from pixels and wires 

From the beach and boats, to biking and swimming 

From fishing at the quarry 

From video games and computers to the farm behind my house

To my brother to my mom and dad

“From attitude of gratitude” to “You've been on the computer too long”

From Ca...

September 22, 2018

In the beginning, I learned the story of Adam and Eve, and it was good.

I accepted the tale as it was, handed down to me by faith-filled people who loved and believed.

Since this handing down, I have placed the story in the soil of my thoughts, turning it over again and...

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