Windows

There is a man outside my tenth floor office washing windows. I stop what I’m writing to stare. Surely he’s accustomed to rude people like me who are fascinated by his work? I’m relieved when he waves. I eagerly wave

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The Period of PURPLE Crying

Several years ago, while serving as a hospital chaplain, I baptized a dying infant who was the victim of shaken baby syndrome. The circumstances surrounding the child’s death were sad and traumatic; what’s more devastating is that it could have

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Comment Trouver Sa Voie?

Sometime before dawn, I had a nightmare about this blog. It was my recurring nightmare in which I am forced to return to whatever stage of education I previously endured in order to complete a course (and life lesson?) I

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