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no is a necessary magic no draws a circle around you with chalk and says i have given enough – boundaries (anonymous) // I was walking down to the garden the other morning, when a line from Maurice Sendak’s, Where the Wild Things Are ran through my mind. A...
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“Come to the edge,” life said. “We can’t, we’re afraid!” they replied. “Come to the edge,” life said. “We can’t, we’ll fall!” they replied. “Come to the edge,” life said. So they came,...
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She stands, arms outstretched, under fluorescent lights. She holds up empty shorts, t-shirts, and tanks. Her mother-eyes focus on what is not there, gauging the cloth’s ability to hold, to hug, the ones she loves. Her gaze is fixed just...
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To be a pastor is to return, every week, to face the hungry crowds. To offer, in outstretched and shaking hands, two loaves and five fishes, knowing full well it will never be enough. You are not the one who multiplies. You are Elijah’s widow, scraping...
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Coco is shedding her winter coat in great, black clumps that glob onto the living room carpet and blow like tumbleweeds under the kitchen’s ceiling fan. Twice a day now, we are vacuuming our rugs, emptying the canister between runs, watching matted dog hair and...
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The words, “deeply grieved” hardly begin to convey the depth of fear, anger, and concern I feel over the treatment of asylum seekers at our southern borders. Men, held in standing room only conditions. Children, separated from mothers, from...
