May 19th marked one year since my Mom’s passing.
My friend, Gaylyn, calls it my Mom’s Heaven Day. I like that so much. I have…
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I’m in love with these butter-yellow faces finally open to the sun. We planted these bulbs last Autumn, the ones Betsy gave us in…
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As I saw the full moon rise last week, I tilted back my head and sighed into the night sky. Two full moons have…
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These are holy days, sacred days.
And not just because it’s Easter.
I am at my Mom’s, sitting with her. And while her decline has been…
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Prettiest pink tulips for our Passover meal on Holy Thursday.
With a nod to Layla’s Mediterranean Grill, we filled our table with pita, hummus, kibbeh, spiced…
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It is holy week. Spring, in all its popping and blooming and rejuvenation is turning the world majestic. I can feel my own slip of…
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It’s been a while since I’ve written about my Mom. New symptoms and challenges have developed. Two weeks ago, a sensory seizure left her…
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I’ve had several requests for a list of our Holy Week traditions. So I thought I’d consolidate them into this post. A reflection on…
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It’s a rainy Palm Sunday with dark clouds sweeping in from the west. And I am remembering this exchange from Lloyd C. Douglas’ book, The Robe.
Demetrius,…
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I whisper this phrase to myself as I feed wire over bark, twist gently, and swing a lantern from our tree. Do you know…