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The Undoing of Advent
Last week, I sat on the floor with a piece of paper torn from my sketchpad and paint bottles scattered around me. I felt drawn...
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A Bitter Reminder
I was ten years old when I traveled with my mother, brother, and grandparents to Throckmorton, Texas, to spend a few days with my mother’s...
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I Am the Bullet
I am a European-American woman who is making my way through a stack of anti-racism books, but I am no expert. I am just becoming...
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The Ones Within
I remember sitting with my grandfather and grandmother when my sister and I spent Saturday nights at their home. My grandparents were kind to us...
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Distracted
I heard the tires on the gravel driveway and called Dan to hurry! We rushed out the door and we greeted four-year-old Grace and I...
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The Suffering in Healing: A Way Finder
Along the morning walk this Sunday, the streets are quiet. The streets are bare. Not absent of life, but willing the morning sun to take...
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I Wonder
I married a man who often has a swirl of controversy about him. It seemed like a good fit because I was the skinny girl...
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Face to Face
A few years ago, I was at The Allender Center rushing down a hallway at the end of an event. I was about to round...
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