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Keeper of Faith (Or, God Doesn’t Care if You Wear Birkenstocks)

“Go where your best prayers take you.” ― Frederick Buechner   My mother’s name was Evelyn, and she was a storyteller, an artful historian with a gift for gab. Her memory my companion, still, is the fabric that shaped her voice, and mine. Evelyn, my mother, mom, ma, mommy, and, nanny, in the end, was …

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Redemption

The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection. – Kay Ryan, poet   To be human is to embrace memory, or to grasp recollection the way a child squeezes a rubber ball in his tiny, clenched fist. Memory. It’s cornerstone, isn’t it? Bedrock, owned. Coveted. …

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