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Veins

As I child, I noticed mom’s hands Worn from labors of farming and gardening I pushed in her blue veins And laughed as they filled again They looked so different than my smooth soft hands Now that I am Mom My hands too, are…

Creation of the Violin – Revisited

A while back during a writing class I was challenged to re-write a myth. Any myth. In any form. I must have read twenty or more myths before I came across the “Creation of the Violin,” on Wikipedia no less. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Creation_of_the_Violin But this was…

Confessions; just in case I’ve misled you

“You have the perfect life,” she said, “a great husband, beautiful children, doing what you love for work. I dream about your life.” Wait! What?! I nearly spit out my tea.  “You know, what you post on Facebook,” she added, “Your life is perfect.”…

I’m not a person of faith

I confess, I’m not a person of faith, not by nature anyway. It is not my natural response to immediately call on Jesus when our daughter is diagnosed with pneumonia and bronchitis or when I get a voicemail from my doctor on a Friday…

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