No room in the inn or my heart

I have to confess that the holiday-version of me is intense.

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Dancing in the Rain.

As a young girl, I loved the rain. I loved dancing in the rain, running in the rain, just being in the rain.

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A Time to Dance

During fourth grade, my Mom signed me up for an entire year of jazz class.

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The Wink

Today, I ran the vacuum cleaner close to where my nephew Andrew was reading, in my own house, at mid-day. I had every right to clean, but what tumbled reflexively from my core was, “Oh, I am so sorry.”

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Falling Short

Three days after Christmas in 1999, I found out that my mom had died her in sleep.

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Uncanny Space

I’m unsure of how to start the conversation about honor.

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