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Anger isthe bastard child,black sheep,danger to the flock. This I know,for I’ve been told. But, by night,when the world is still,I slip out the back doorto find anger huddledin darknessat the yard’s edge. “What do you want?” I...
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(Re-posting this story, originally written when the twins had just turned four, because every year I dread the CANDY, CANDY, CANDY of Halloween and, every year, my kids’ joy and excitement help lead me through.) I hate Skittles. I do not want to, as the...
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(Photo Source) The seminary’s married housing sprawled in a series of low brick buildings some five miles from campus. There the newly married, newly empty-nested and a few brave families with young children resided in dilapidated cinder-block two-story...
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‘Tis curious that we only believe as deep as we live. Emerson, Beauty She was bent at the waist, plucking at the ground near the swings, hunting and pecking like a chicken and I thought for a minute that maybe she’d lost something. When we reached the...
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“If what you see from the eye doesn’t please you, then close your eyes and see from the heart.” – Anonymous I watch as the tall white plastic container slowly fills throughout the day. By evening it’s reached maximum capacity and I do a...
