Rebuking the Powers of Cancer

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We were sitting outside a drugstore. My sister-in-law was inside, picking up a couple of things. Mama sat quietly in the passenger seat. Reading isn’t the only thing she can’t do. Mama doesn’t drive either. Well, that’s if you discount the backseat driving she does. “Get in the HOV lane,” she tells me when we [Read More...]

Facing the Haint of Death

Room with a view

“This day is not a sieve, losing time. With each passing minute, each passing year, there’s this deepening awareness that I am filling, gaining time. We stand on the brink of eternity.”  Ann Voskamp When that soldier came to our little trailer house in 1966 with that Regret-to-Inform telegraph in hand the whole thing tore [Read More...]

The Healing of the Dying

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A watercolor of Scottish man in a kilt playing the fiddle took the Judge’s Choice Award. I know because I was the judge who awarded it. I’m not sure what time we got home last night but when I stepped into the house, hot from being locked up for days, I thought about how when [Read More...]


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