Ode on Colored Christmas Lights

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My eyes ache, as a drowsy numbness peers My brain, as though of decaf lattes I had drunk, Or jazzed up with dull vanilla to the froth One minute past, and cliche-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of …

Culture

December 19 2013

When It’s Wrong To Be Right

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I cannot begin to imagine what its like in the halls of DC where senators negotiate or the executive and legislative branches scenario plan for every option coming across the hill.  But I’ll bet that, …

Family

December 19 2013

The Boy at the Door

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I was minding my own business, staring out into the winter dusk and sewing Christmas jammies for my little tiny children, when I heard the doorbell. At the door, stood a tall young man with a …

Culture

December 18 2013

From Loathing to Love

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  image source I’m not sure where exactly my self-loathing came from. They say it comes from all sorts of little bits and pieces of your childhood, usually. It begins when your best friend chooses a new one, …

Jesus doesn’t fix anything.

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  (image credit: Virginia Wieringa)   in a manger still and obscure hidden beneath a star shone bright swaddled in ancient words and found by foreign men bruised heal before lungs even drew a quiet night diseasing evil forever after all, bruised beats broken and …

Culture

December 17 2013

Of Santa and Jesus

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It was pizza night at Grandma's house, a week before Christmas. Everyone was there - my uncle and two aunts, my mama and daddy. And of course there was the bevy of cousins scattered throughout …

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