Never Been So Grateful

Never been so grateful to go for a walk

As when I recovered from an injury.

Never been so grateful to have a dog

As when she found her way back home.

Never been so grateful to have friends

As when I’ve felt abandoned.

Never been so grateful to be home

As when I’ve traveled far.

Never been so grateful to be grateful

As when I witnessed its power.

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Abort. Now.

When the DVDs ended, I was still watching women losing rights and my country transitioning to Gilead. A real life Handmaid’s Tale is unfolding…click below to read more.

Abort. Now.

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Who Needs the Library?

What happened in Woodstock in 1968 may not be as consequential as what’s happening there now….

Who Needs the Library?

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Resurrecting Jesus

An Easter message, re-posted from two years ago – more relevant than ever.

Resurrecting Jesus

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Carpool Duet

A haunting conversation with a friend trying to figure out what we are called to do during these challenging times.

Click below to read my literary version of Carpool Karaoke.

Carpool Duet

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She is the Color of Autumn

Dolly is the color of autumn
Of falling leaves, forsaken pine needles

We walk together on this fall day
Her color indistinguishable from nature’s hues

She blends in, walking gently on this earth
No pretense, she just belongs

Dolly is the color of autumn
Dolly is the color of love.

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Her Wings Not Strong Enough

She hangs
Lifeless
Luminous melon-green wings
Immobile

He set his trap
Her crime flying too close
Caught in the web
Of a foe she dwarfs

Helpless against his cunning
She gave up
Her wings not strong enough
Invisible threads stole her freedom

One would not guess
The spider could win
With a web more delicate
Yet more determined

A beautiful creature
Even in death
Did she succumb too soon
Unaware of her strength?

Her captor not present
To claim his prey
I cut her loose
Denying him reward

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