Flash of Color

In honor of the tenth anniversary of Red Tent Living, we are featuring a monthly legacy post written by one of our regular contributors from the past decade.  Mal Arnold first wrote for us in 2016 and became a regular in contributor in 2018. Her Latina voice is a profound gift to us all. This…

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Bolus of Change

In honor of the tenth anniversary of Red Tent Living, we are featuring a monthly legacy post written by one of our regular contributors from the past decade. Maureen Gebben was one of the original Red Tent Writers; this post originally appeared in September 2013. I’ve had a bolus of change in my life with…

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The Right to Vote

The day was gray and the air was colder than expected for early November in Ohio. The rain was beginning to turn to snow, making the street and sidewalks slick.  My great-great-great-grandmother Franny, her daughter Nettie, and her 23-year-old granddaughter Vivi (my great-grandma) stood side by side trying to keep warm as they waited in line…

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Becoming Strong

“You are a strong woman, and you come from a long line of strong women.” It may not have been the answer my mother was looking for at that moment, standing in her kitchen in the December morning light, the ravages of a sleepless night on her face. My father had passed away less than…

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The Ache of Presence

I knew I had to bake a cake and be present to the past. It was not at all what seemed possible on these busy few days before the holidays. Everything within me wanted to stay disconnected from the weight that was creeping into my “to do” list.

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“No…Thank you!”

I had never heard an explosion like that on an airplane!

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An Unexpected Surprise

Celebration Joy is happening! My sweet niece, Paige is getting married this month.

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Can I be healed too?

It was a “let’s see if we like each other” dance that began in 2010.

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Second Chances at the Celebration Dance

Trails of Tears. Residential Schooling. Ground stolen by trickery. Deceit. Betrayal.

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Knowing in Full.

I was relieved that the first set of visiting hours had gone “well.”

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