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Dear Heavy Heart, I know you. I know your dark dread that rests heavy like a black cauldron full of the stew of worry, troubles, and bad news. Listen, I know of medicine for a heart like yours. I know relief from that anxious dread, those clouds of gray skies and...
Dear God, There is a way in which I sometimes I felt a sense of belonging. Belonging to a family. But I never felt I belonged to you. It was like I was walking alone, next to a ghost who had died centuries ago, drifting silently at my feet, as my shadow cast over the...
My parents moved from the Detroit area to buy four small rustic cabins on a lake in northern lower Michigan and later built a six-room motel. Our little house's screened-in porch (that I painted chartreuse when my folks were away) served as the office. I can still see...
Every year for Christmas, she'd give us roughly the same thing. My sister and I would sneer and groan at the oversize art books on "how to draw faces" like the ones you'd see in a Michelangelo painting. One time, my giant book came tucked inside a black portfolio--the...
It's been one of those weeks. You've had them, right? Times of hard...
They are those who hear the word, but the cares of the world and the...
She was a rising third grader back then when she signed up for her...
I decided to start blogging after sitting through a frustrating board meeting....
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