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Last Wednesday, I told a score of people or more that they were going to die. “You are dust,” I reminded them, “and to dust you will return.” And I marked their faces with ash. In the line was my youngest … Continue reading

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Fasting = Feasting on Life

Last night, as we finished serving the people, I looked into the chalice and made a quick decision: contrary to our usual practice, the remaining consecrated wine would be sent to the sacristy to be consumed or reverently disposed of … Continue reading

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Based on a true story

Wednesday’s child The pale girl carried a dark bruise so fresh I flinched, my breath drawn pity and a rush of outrage. I wanted to hold a cold hand to her brow. I wanted to grab her mother’s arm, demand … Continue reading

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