Telling the Truth

Everything about the place said “welcome”: the rich red bricks of the exterior, the scent and sounds of the waterfront only a block away, the warm light falling on worn hardwood floors inside, and couches and chairs beckoning me to make myself at home.

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Deciding to Stay.

I looked at my bedroom that was filled with pewter bowls, kitchen appliances, lingerie and Wedgewood china and wiggled my engagement ring off my finger as I sighed a long sigh and closed my eyes.

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The Woman Who Held My Face.

There was a flurry of excitement with people arriving at “The Castle” in Glen Eyrie in Colorado Springs.

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Where grief and joy mingle.

I had been dating him for a few months when, while cooking dinner in his kitchen, he wrapped his arms around me and began singing a tune we could slow dance to—right there, next to the hot stove.

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Am I Enough

Colored pencils, water-color paints, and paper were the tactile elements offered to those of us present during a recent Sunday morning service where we were invited to use these items to represent the questions offered for contemplation.

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