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Ability to Cope
361. Ability to Cope Previously I’ve written about Harold Wilke who was born with no hands. And in that writing he asked an audience to raise their hands if they had a disability. Many people did. And then Harold said, “The rest of you?…
Either – Or
360. Either – Or — potato chips cherry pie mixed nuts Dove bars corn chips starburst more and more and more — some days are good, restrained other days are like eating machines where it’s only after the fact of eating that I know…
The Space
359. The Space — potato chips have a scrunchy sound when you put four together and bite down on them they crumble and push each other as they race down your throat filling ever so slightly the lonely space — arms are lonely bed…
Quiet
358. Quiet — (Psalm 46:10—–Be still, and know that I am God!) — I hear no thing—a nothing—where now I sit the darkness of the nights surrounds my days — no clatter, no voices crack through the silence computer keys sound gentle inside the…
The Smell of Mama
357. The Smell of Mama I don’t know how old I was when I became aware that Mama wore Emeraude deCoty perfume and no other. It was her perfume. As a twelve or thirteen-year-old I went to a store to see what it cost….
Nashville and Selma
356. Nashville and Selma In the turbulent, and early 1960’s I lived in Nashville, Tennessee and had two opportunities to join in the turbulence. At a Church Women United meeting there was an announcement that sit-ins were going to begin at the downtown Woolworth’s…
A Story on Forgiveness in Seven Parts
355. A Story on Forgiveness in Seven Parts — Part 1 – I hear the words: “I have forgiven you.” I feel the wonder and question: All? All my mistakes—things I did—things I should have done? I do not plan the wrong, but still…
A Man Named Ted
354. A Man Named Ted When my grandmother was supporting nine children by working as an aide at the Roberts School for Crippled Children in Indianapolis in the early 1900’s, she met a child named Ted Wright and eventually I met him too. At…
Enemies—Strangers—Love
353. Enemies—Strangers—Love I’ve been thinking about the line that says “Love your enemies.” I feel like I don’t have a lot of enemies, but just off hand it would not be that hard for me to love a whole bunch of people far, far…
Empowering Blessing
352. Empowering Blessing I love the blessing that the Unity Church uses. Here are the words (sorry I can’t put in the singing). — God is my source, God is my power, God gives me everything I need. So I give thanks for all…
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Mama and Me
