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Amnesia

I sit down to pray disappointed that I didn’t have a better night’s sleep, frustrated that I still can’t get a handle on this. Compassion comes out of hiding,slips in beside me,leans her head on my shoulderand strokes my arm. … Continue reading

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Today

Will you come and follow me if I but call your name?Will you go where you don’t know and never be the same?–John L. Bell, The Summons On the fifth morning after moving into the seniors’ residence,my dad enjoyed getting … Continue reading

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