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“I could die tomorrow,” I told her. “Without ever having pink glasses.” The sales associate looked at me with her head cocked, eyebrows raised and conceded the point. I’ve had the same small, brown glasses frames since 2011. I chose them not long...
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(For the past several months, I’ve participated in a group organized by Oasis Ministries that meets for monthly silent retreat days. We meet one Saturday a month at an old farm turned retreat center near Elizabethown, PA.) I arrive in the nick of time,...
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God lies in wait for us with nothing so much as love, and love is like a fisherman’s hook . . .” Meister Eckhart Recently, a friend I respect deeply talked with me about a job opening. He told me he knew I could do the job and that he would support...
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Wednesday morning I wanted to get 3000 words on the page, or at least 1500. I wanted to practice yoga for twenty minutes, to enjoy the sunshine and silence of the Little House after a week of kids being home for spring break. But the night before I popped...
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The rain this morning sounds like sleet. It’s the Monday after Resurrection day. Plundered Easter baskets spew plastic grass on these old wood floors and the hollow chocolate bunnies have lost their ears and faces. The oldest boy is sick, again, even...
