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Alive, With Nobody Left to Go Home To
There are the loved and the unloved. We grow up and become difficult to tell apart. The unloved learn the manners of belonging. We bring wine. Remember birthdays. Know when to laugh. Inside us, a child keeps watch with the solemn incompetence of children entrusted with their own survival. Everything passes through that child. A…
Jewels, Gems & Gunpowder
I would love to hear from you! A Jewel: Do you believe God holds all of us accountable or do you see His love like milk toast? If your image of God’s love does not include judgment how can there be ultimate justice? Don’t hear what I am not saying. I did not say God…
GOD KNEW WHERE TO DIG
My childhood buried me.I grew up above it. I learned to make breakfast,keep appointments,laugh at the right moment. Underneath,a little girl waitedwith the things she could not tell. For years, I called this being well.Nothing hurtif I did not go near it. But memory has its own seasons. A smell. A doorway.The particular silenceafter someone…
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