Sing

I like singing! Singing’s my favorite part! — Buddy the Elf I admire people with beautiful voices. I see joy when they sing, even when they sing the blues. It’s a gift. Natural, yet strengthened and refined with practice and training. I sing but not “well”. I know in my heart that if I could […]

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Love Trumps Everything

Originally written after the 2016 election. Still true today. I woke up to realize I wasn’t dreaming. My friends are still polarized. I’m stuck in the middle with you. I still love you all even though I don’t like what I’m seeing.  I knew the level of hatred would rise no matter if the red […]

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Mum’s Hash

I wrote a poem this afternoon titled “Cold Hash“. My mom would take leftover beef roast and grind it together with boiled potatoes to make hash. It wasn’t like corned beef hash. This hash was gray and mushy. My sisters and I would smash it on our plates and write our initials in ketchup to […]

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Coming Clean

Before I write about anything else, I need to come clean. I’ve felt guilt as I’ve asked God to search my heart and show me where I keep tripping. It’s like a perpetual game of Chutes and Ladders or the sequence in Ground Hog Day when Bill Murray is trying to change the outcome of […]

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