It is morning. The dark sky is barely hinting blue when I see him. It’s just after six and he is pushing a double…
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Last Monday I spoke with a good friend who is Catholic. She’s dear as my own mother. She told me about Mass on Palm…
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It was all the chasing of kids in the front yard. The yelling for wanderers, the screeching, the dawdling, the back-arching, the wailing. By…
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I stand like the donkey, waiting and tied –
only I can decide. Still I wonder,
will he clothe me?I kick rocks, spy over the jagged…
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We’ve been counting down.
The kids haven’t had seen him in days.
He’s been home so late and gone so early we’ve prayed, brushed hands in…
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Last weekend it snowed, sleeted, and snowed some more, for three straight days. I had to hoist me ‘ol bootstraps up and refrain from…
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We meet at the street corner in the black of morning and hit the pavement. Women, runners, friends.
We talk about our children, our menstrual…
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It wasn’t long. It wasn’t much. But boy did it feel indulgent.
Doug’s mother was watching the kids. I had three hours to run errands,…
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Crayons, papers, puzzles, and markers are everywhere. The downstairs is a disaster, but it was a good day. I gathered the kids around the…
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True to its adage, the last day of March was gloriously mild. The flow of activity outside our house was gentle, content, and deliciously…
