This is my story about an extraordinary and exquisite soul. It’s an experiential accounting of the rare and exceptional. Of a person who would never let on to others just how deep the river flows. But I’ll make an attempt. When we were children, she always had an eye to the horizon. Whether under the … Continue reading My Sister
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No Sword, No Shield
When I think sometimes of how much it hurt me. I have choices between anger, resentment and forgiveness. They don’t feel like choices when I am not the very best of myself. The very best of me . . . loves. The very best of me . . . wants, in a way that is … Continue reading No Sword, No Shield