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In you, Lord my God, I put my trust. ~Psalm 25:1 (NIV) We stopped at a dingy dive somewhere along the Illinois River where a group of locals played cards at a back table. My husband ordered a fish sandwich, and even he who can eat everything could not stomach the huge...
The moon drops into the west like a giant grapefruit this morning, while the storm's eye focuses on the eastern coastline. My dad calls to remind me that this hurricane carries my name, and I'm already unsettled enough about that. I cringe every time I hear "my" name....
He tells us beside the Frio's flow, in his talk on The Care and Feeding of Creativity. That when work stalls and words stop, move. Because it's in the moving that we breathe. It's in the breathing that we keep breathing. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Work out....
Some days are way weary. This is one of them. Its wonder's wedged in the dusty gap between the cupboard and the fridge. And stuck in pancake syrup still puddled in the morning's plates. Tupperware towers topple on the work tables, containers that once held...
She lies crumpled near the goal, in front of the other team’s spectators, and...
“What does it matter what I do? I know you’re just going to tell me the same...
“Look, there’s a dragonfly.” He points into the water. We’ve been hiking deep...
It shatters my slumber, the voice through the monitor. "Gramma. Gramma!" It's...
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