All We Have to Do

I'm always busy, always overwhelmed with what I have to do.  I can't seem to sit still. I spent much of my life being busy, looking busy, feeling busy inside.  I remember quite clearly that this stems from a father that you didn't want to catch you not busy, in case he found something for... Continue Reading →

Mary’s Mother’s Day

From my journal 1993:    In a few days I will be bringing forth yet another child into this already crowded world.  Does anyone really care?  Does it matter that it’s me or that it will be a boy or whether or not he will ever make a difference in this world?  Probably not very... Continue Reading →

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