How Do I Identify Myself?

When I was in my mid 20s, a woman at church, who was just a few years older than me, had gone home to bury her mother; her father had died a few years earlier. “I am an orphan,” she said upon her return. I thought it was one of the oddest things I had…

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The Gilded Girl

Once upon a time there was a girl named Sunny. They called her Sunny because of her golden hair and smile and the way she would light up a room when she entered. And the light emanated from her, and the light was good.  Sunny’s mother was named Gilda. Gilda had discovered when she was…

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Raincoats and Ham Sandwiches

All the girls were wearing khaki-colored raincoats. I didn’t have one, so I began the beg-and-whine routine on my mom to get one. How could any decent teenage girl not expect to be a clone of every other girl in her clique? Mom either realized it was important for me to fit in with my…

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Leaning Into Unexpected Shifts

I ran into the grocery store before heading home to my kids, I had just returned on an overnight flight and was going to grab premade food for our dinner. I laughed when I saw my best friend in the produce section, but stopped when her stone face greeted me, “you don’t know, do you?…

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Remembrance of Mothers

My heart is overflowing with the remembrance of mothers. Yes, I have more than one; I am more than one as I am a grandmother as well.

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On a Rainy Evening

The lights— strung free of care and full of invitation along the wooden fence on our back deck— twinkled merrily thanks to the sporadic falling of raindrops. 

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