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CHANGE THE ROOM
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CHANGE THE ROOM

I close my eyes and catch a soft-edged glimpse of the little girl sitting at Mama’s grand piano, frantically pressing out notes of a song within me, obedient to the playing even when I had no notion of where those notes would go. It’s this spontaneity I long for now, not the conversations that everyone...

THE HOSTILITY OF GRACE
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THE HOSTILITY OF GRACE

This was the debut bald image of a woman I hardly recognize. It may remind you of some distant past, but now is the season when God is asking me to enter into new territory.From the outside, it will look as if I have come full circle. But I am in a new place. I...

HAPPY CHATTER
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HAPPY CHATTER

I see life’s moments as if they are written on a page. What fascinates me is never the obvious, but the undercurrent of what is being seen or said. Like the scriptwriter, I imagine what is really meant and I hear it, playing like subtitles in my head— Polite words masking indifference. Harsh words hiding...

THE ART OF CONVERSATION
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THE ART OF CONVERSATION

My son and I went on a fishing trip in Idaho once. He was in his teens. I remember we were floating down the river with cliffs on either side. I was taking my rafting very seriously when my son took my arm and shouted, “Dad. Dad. Are you seeing this? Pay attention. You’re going to...

EVERY LITTLE THING
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EVERY LITTLE THING

I’ve been waiting for this home to tell me what it wants to be since arriving the day after four surgeons deposited a chemo port in the right side of my chest. To be fair, this is the first time in the forty-one years I’ve been renovating homes that something more pressing was occupying my...

NO SHAME IN REST
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NO SHAME IN REST

Sometimes we receive news that makes us tired. The tendency is to battle through it, to overcome it like an enemy we must defeat. But sometimes the fatigue is the body’s way of asking us to lay it all down for just a little while. It’s been nearly one year since I wrote about Rest,...

Every Three Months
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Every Three Months

INTRO: My hairstylist recently asked me, “How has your cancer changed the way you live your life.” I found myself answering as I hoped I would— Surprisingly, the colors aren’t faded but more vivid than before—In many ways, my creativity has intensified because I’m no longer interested in pleasing others so much as being true...

FORTY ONE YEARS
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FORTY ONE YEARS

Before I was eighteen, I had soared above the clouds more times than I can remember but never on a commercial plane. That first jet-propelled flight it felt silly, given my age and flight experience,  to still myself while a member of the crew pinned to my gauzy white blouse this tiny little set of...

PEARLS TO SWINE
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PEARLS TO SWINE

There has always been a little chaos. The way we would be just sitting down for supper when the warnings came. The way we would huddle under desks in dank basements until the wild winds tamed. It must be the tornadoes of a Kansas childhood that taught me to make uncertainty my friend. Above the...

WHAT WE BELIEVE
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WHAT WE BELIEVE

One day I should like to write of my obsession with cemeteries, my fascination with simple phrases etched into stone that strain to speak to a lifetime of purpose and loving, heartache and joy. It strikes me how much like the headstones our communication has become— Abbreviated epitaphs struggling and then failing to convey the...