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The Rose
Many of you have asked how my mother is fairing? Let me tell you a story… Years ago when I had cancer I…
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The Prayer Beads
My father prayed his rosary. As the beads went around his hand I drifted back to a time when I was five years old- I am in bed with my…
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Standing Under Grace
Praying without words, praying in the middle of the night, praying after witnessing death upon death, praying while holding your hand and hearing you cry out, "Help me." Praying through…
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The Look of Love
He held my gaze as his eyes became hands taking me into another world. From a bottomless well his love poured softly soaking me. Barely could I hold on! Have…
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Yes or No
There are no easy answers especially for someone who sees things in shades of grey. Those one word answers like- Yes or No- often sound cold or too direct. I…
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The Song that Heals: music from the heart.
Like a gentle grace the sound of someone singing came sipping in from the room next door. What peace it brought. I smiled softly, while tears formed like raindrops splashing…
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Memories of Pere Lachaise
Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris captivates the imagination. It takes you to a…
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