human nature
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Humor, Tenacity and Gratitude
Dr. Angle Johnson has been my Dr. I think since 2015. Would have to check the meds records, but she is my go to. I was seeing a guy one town over and kept complaining about prolapsing. I had Cervical… Continue reading
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Is it a typical day?
I wake up somewhere before 6, normally because the cat is walking on top of me, giving out because she hears the preset coffee pot going. Maybe she hears P.’s alarm. I don’t really hear much because my hearing aids… Continue reading
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Treasure or the Coin
I have been thinking a lot about the purpose of the studio and my writing and my yarn. Black Ram Designs found a home on Main Street in Cabot Vermont earlier this year. I was looking for a place for… Continue reading
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20/20 hindsight
If I spent this day looking back, I would not see what is before me. Hindsight they say is 20/20, you can see perfectly. I don’t think that is true. I think we choose to see the past through filters.… Continue reading
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End of a Decade and the Art of Being
So this is the end of a pretty bumpy decade. Since I was born in 65 it is easy to to gauge things in decades, 5-15, 15-25, 25-35, 35-45, and now 45-55. I am not 55 yet, but will be… Continue reading
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Exhaling into death
It occurred to me yesterday morning that I have been fearful of the role of full-time hospice chaplaincy for two main reasons. The first is that I thought I might get burnt out ministering mostly to folks who are actively… Continue reading
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I am not a preacher
Blizzard Well, not really. At least not yet, there is very little wind. Certainly not huge gusts that make the trees creak. There is heavy wet snow and walking home tonight was lovely in a surreal kind of way. … Continue reading
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Tell me why you fear him
In 1986 I was a student in London and thought that it would be great fun to travel with a buddy I had met at school. Susie Morgahni’s family was living in London after immigrating from Beirut. The cause was… Continue reading
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Hope showed up
I called my friend Desirée yesterday to ask a solid favor from her. Perhaps. That was the pretense really. I called her because I feel a need to hold my breath as this giant wave of discontent approaches and I… Continue reading
Little Bit Broken 