Month: November 2016


Leftover Thanksgiving

“I’ll still be here,” he whispered as he climbed back into bed next to me. The sun still slept outside the dark window. Chill replaced the warmth of good-bye hugs, of little arms around my neck, of wet kisses on my cheek. The car door’s final bang echoed in my ears. Like hundreds of times […]

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Take a Right at the Llama

I pull a faded black suitcase, it’s wheels rumble over the sidewalk, a grey path between verdant green. The rhythm of smooth concrete broken by lines reminds me of the clickety-clack of a train moving down its tracks. “Take a right at the llama.” There they are, two hairy mowers in action, keeping the hotel’s […]

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Five Things to Repeat on November 9

I am writing this one week before the American election. I figure I will need to read it to myself after the election. Several times. Repeat after me. And the prize goes to… Romans 13:1-2 (NASB) “…For there is no authority except from God, and those which exist are established by God.” I’m a citizen […]

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Sfoons, forks and miracles

“Thank you for the sghetti,” my daughter prayed. Her little fingers entwined into a ball were folded against the edge of the kitchen table. Her forehead puckered and her eyes squinted. Through narrow open slits she spied the set table in front of her. “Thank you for the plate.” Her cheeks twitched from the concentrated […]

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