When Blue Skies Collide

It’s an annual angst in our household – the night… When blue skies collide. The softer hues of a Carolina blue and the bolder hues of a Kentucky one are both painted richly and displayed proudly on the jerseys of ten, college basketball players as they mark their...

Between Two Janes

I live my life between two Janes – the one who, fifty-nine years ago, carried me in her womb and the one whom, twenty-three years ago, I carried in mine. Each time, nine months were allotted for the careful, hope-filled process of holy creation. The dreams dreamt then...
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