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Origami relationship

If I fold the map just right, you are close enough to hold at arm’s length.

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Seven years

Seven times seven years married, seven years past; a rose remembers.

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Hollow trees

We went to the park where we used to play back in the day when we were small; we would run ahead of the parents and hide in the hollow trees that littered the way, brown and green side by … Continue reading

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Biblical widows and Granny Lyle

Granny Lyle was widowed in 1957. For as long as I knew her, she lived alone in a house not her own; she had never lived in her own home, going from her parents into service with the local doctor … Continue reading

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Religious rituals and summer Sunday attendance

Two days after my mother died, at half past five in the morning, I heard a strange noise outside my bedroom window, the window of the spare bedroom in my parent’s house. It was a rasping, grinding, rolling, grunting, sighing … Continue reading

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The Plumber

My father decided to fix the faucet without turning off the water at the mains. He thought if he were quick enough, shrewd enough; if he kept his eye on the ball and his hand in, he could pull it … Continue reading

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Tornadoes and sympathy

When I attended prenatal classes nearly twenty years ago, they warned us that watching the news would never be the same again after giving birth; that we would weep more, suffer more, seeing each vulnerable child in the light of … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day

I’ll make a deal with you. It is this: that for every single rose you give to a mother walking through your Sunday morning doorway, you say a prayer for the child whose parent left him alone and hungry in … Continue reading

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Breathing room

I have expanded since she left, as though she wedged me tight, her elbow in my side, that space whence God had made my other self; restored my second lung inflates; her voice still susurrates as I exhale.

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Holy Saturday and the Harrowing of Hell

This is what I wrote for my Good Friday reflection in the collection put together by the Rev. Gayle Catinella on behalf of several members of clergy in the Diocese of Ohio:  O death, I will be thy plagues; O … Continue reading

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