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We Wear the Masks

I remember trips to the New Orleans French Quarter as a teen and then a seminary student. Amidst the street performers, beignets, and the Mississippi steamboats, table after table lined up the Quarter with merchants selling their wares. Each time, … Continue reading

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Waiting for Joy

Joy can vanish. It takes but a word or two. Words that lock our hearts, telling us joy will never be felt again. Words that grip-hard our souls promising to twist and bend until pain turns numb. Words like: Terminal. … Continue reading

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Ho-Hum, Blah, To and From Days

Crowds of tourists with fanny packs, flip-flops and sunglasses. The Florida sun beat upon my nose, leaving its lobster-like stain on my pale skin. The Mouse House beckoned, and we answered Mickey’s call. Who could resist a free day at … Continue reading

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Favorites February…Learning to Dance

In preparation for a writer’s conference at the end of this February, I will be posting some of your favorite blogs and some of mine. Today’s blog, Learning to Dance, is a revised version of A Time to Dance. Please … Continue reading

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Beautiful Tapestries

My daughter began to learn a valuable lesson last week. It is a lesson she will process the whole of her life. I know this to be true because I continue to struggle with the same deep message… We arrived … Continue reading

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It’s No Magic Wand…

More times than I care to think about in the last week I have wanted a magic wand. I have desperately wished for one. If only I could be the Fairy Godmother for a day. Oh, how I would use … Continue reading

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One Step at a Time

I am out of shape. I am living in the land of the “usta coulds” as we would say here in the south. I usta could run a 10K. I usta could wear my favorite jeans. I usta could say … Continue reading

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