Ode to Auny

“Auny” was part godmother and part adopted grandmother to me. She had a pet name all of her own, as she held a treasured and unique place in our family. She worked as a hostess in my grandparents’ midwestern Chinese restaurant. This was in a time before friendship between races was considered acceptable.   For decades, she rubbed…

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Bleached

I knocked on the door of my parent’s house, tears streaming down my face one dark February night.

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Recommit and go again

Our first year of marriage wasn’t what I’m assuming many newlyweds experience.

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Class of ’96

“In ten years, she sees herself working as a physical therapist and married, with two children.”

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Mason Jars

For me the first thing that comes to mind when I hear “always” is a marriage vow: God’s blessing on the sanctity of that union, and the concept of forever united as one.

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Always here.

God always comes through for me. Not always when I think I need Him. And certainly not always in the ways I ask or demand.

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