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I sat at the kitchen island prepping brown paper bags with the words, “Beloved Child of God.” Over and over I wrote with permanent markers in one color after another. Everyone who attends the As a Child Retreat will get a bag. Meant to...
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“How will them love me?” This from my little boy with big brown eyes, like a puppy. Standing in front of me this morning in his new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt, backpack on, he adds, “I have a new shirt.” // “I feel . . . what’s the word? Not scared . ....
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Flowers help, cut or wild blooms of vibrant hue, also time rolled out in long stretches like bolts of cloth. Air is essential, as well as stories that name in some way the sharp corners of your pain. You will want to lay down on the floor, to feel something solid...
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Photo Source: HERE. The neighbor’s dog killed our kitten. He’s an old speckled hunting hound who hobbles painfully through a large fenced yard. Our kids feed him handfuls of bone shaped biscuits through the fence and run back and forth calling his name. ...
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(I recently spent six days inpatient in a local Behavioral Health unit due to the onset of severe and debilitating panic attacks. I continue to work now, on the other side of that darkness, to process the experience, to understand its place in my story. To...
