Scene from Childhood

She stood in a corner, alabaster white,. How did I know who she was? Was she holding her baby? I can’t remember. I do remember her face, and a very certain attraction.

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Pure and Earnest Flaws

This past weekend I married in a short private ceremony that brought together briefly some of my and my husband’s families. I find myself thinking about some of what I learned about the human beings who encountered one another in this sacred time of beginning. Continue Reading