I wrote this poem in 2006 and I post it each year at the beginning of Advent…mostly for myself. By this time in the year my mind is often noisy. I have...
Read MoreIt was December of 1989. We lived in south Florida less than a mile from the beach. Tall royal palm trees lined the sidewalks. Mango, lemon and orange trees grew...
Read MoreRarely am I a brave writer. I hedge my bets and worry about what people think. I shy away from pulling back the curtain even though I know I overestimate my...
Read MoreFor a long time journaling has been my go-to spiritual discipline. Which is kind of funny because no one ever taught me how to journal. Somewhere along the way I...
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