When “I do” has nothing to do with marriage

When “I do” has nothing to do with marriage

If I told you that’s the moment I ran out of that church and down the street until a stranger in a red Ford Bronco pulled over and said climb in, I would be lying. I wasn’t that brave. I looked into the kind brown eyes of the man who loved me and I said I do. I do take this man, tears of laughter streaming down my face.

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Sharing the Weight of a Too Heavy Box

Sharing the Weight of a Too Heavy Box

The three of us shared a diary that year, a black composition book, and we’d pass it back and forth, hating and loving our parents, falling in love with eighth grade boys and math teachers and each other’s brothers – with Bruce and E. Street Band and John Lennon.

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The Burdens & Joys of Stewardship

The Burdens & Joys of Stewardship

A year ago I was sitting poolside with a beautiful woman my age who was raising her grandson, because her son had died.  I marveled at her love and commitment, and I remember telling her I couldn’t do what she was doing.

“You could do it, she said, trust me, you have no idea how strong you are until the time comes.” Then, I never thought my time would come.

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We are all every age we have ever been

We are all every age we have ever been

Now when I look in the mirror my mother and grandmother and great mother and even my daughter and granddaughter are staring back at me, and I’m so grateful for all of us, it helps me understand time is not linear.

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Resilience

Resilience

This is not a poem about love – it’s how we find the compass to truth north in an old pocket in a dusty closet.

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Epilogue

Epilogue

All who lived here before are still present – the woman who birthed a baby in your bedroom, the argument that still lives in the kitchen.

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Vedic

Vedic

Everything is what death wants you to have before she takes you, clinging to earth like a vine, raining on her with hot tears of memory,

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