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Taffy
Did you have any pets growing up? Mom and Dad called Beth Elly May because she always brought home strays. Elly May was a TV character from the 1960s Beverly Hillbillies sitcom that, you guessed it, had a habit of dragging animals home. Taffy None of Beth’s strays were ever adopted—no amount of whining, batting of her eyelashes, wheedling, and cajoling produced results. My sister’s…
Beyond the Pulpit: A Journey of Spiritual Growth
I have learned to listen when God calls me to something new, even when the destination is unclear. As the pandemic wound down, I left my pastorate without a new position. A few weeks later, I loaded my sleeping bag, tent, and ice chest into my subcompact and went on a meandering six-week, 6,000-mile solo road trip. I camped, hiked, ran, meditated, read, listened to music and books, and…
Taffy
Did you have any pets growing up? Mom and Dad called Beth Elly May because she always brought home strays. Elly May was a TV character from the 1960s Beverly Hillbillies sitcom that, you guessed it, had a habit of dragging animals home. None of Beth’s strays were ever adopted—no amount of whining, batting of her eyelashes, wheedling, and cajoling produced results. My sister’s determination was…
Everything is So Freakin' Hard
I just wanted to burst into tears! Everything was so freakin' hard! I appreciate how incredible the human body is in its ability to heal, especially with the help of medical science. Yeah, yeah, yeah, but the burden sometimes leads to damp eyes.
Eight weeks post-injury Yesterday, I took advantage of my newfound permission to drive by going to the grocery store alone. At Winco, they only have large shopping carts. With my one-pound lifting restriction, I had to control the shopping cart with one hand. That’s not as easy as you might think. Winco is also a grocery store where you pack your own bags. (When you’re on a fixed income, every…
I Dressed Myself
After she ties the protective trash bag around my arm and cast, I finish stripping and climb into the shower. She keeps a watchful closeness on the other side of the curtain. I’ve become quite adept at brushing my teeth, bathing, and dressing myself with only my left hand and arm. And a little help with buckles. I’ve learned to avoid the jeans that require help with the zipper. It makes me feel…
My Body Flip-Flopped Like a Fish More than Once, But I Also Ran a Half-Marathon
Curfew, Violin Lessons, & Long Hair
“It’s only five minutes,” I replied. That was a mistake. She dressed me down with a look and said, “If you expect to go out with friends again, you will be home by curfew.” There were ways in which they were lenient, for example, allowing us to use the family car on Friday and Saturday nights (I sometimes wondered if I was popular only because of my bright yellow ‘72 Dodge Colt.), but curfew was…
The Morning I Knew
Twenty-year-old sweatscut into shortsand a worn shirt from a 10k racehung on me from sleep. The morning I knewdeep in my bonesthat I could die, would die, will diewas ordinary. Almond butter toast,kettle for tea,tunes, dancing, putting away dishes,I built the day’s base. Procrastinationwould have been bestbut “Change air filter” was on the fridgeand I set to task. The task was routine.A…
West Quincy, Mo.
In West Quincy, Missouriwas a lone hot dog standamong the dusty Mississippi River sediment. Greasy, spinning hot dogs were our first meal,on the scorching midwestern daywe were legally bound. Our food arrived in red plastic baskets,hers with ketchup and Fritos.My dog had ketchup, pickle relish, and chips. Folding together as we ate,our soft, smooth hands reached across the table Endlessly…
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A Tale of Two Closets
I doubt the linen closet in Missouri and the coat closet in Chicago are related. They probably aren’t, but it is curious that out of my myriad childhood homes, I remember only those two. Squeezing into the bottom of a linen closet at ten was a challenge. It was either tiny relative to the coat closet in the windy city, or I’d grown since I was 2-1/2. I’ll let you decide. When I folded my body…
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Your Pain, Shared
Boundaries Crossed © Tim Graves Afraid to reveal your humanity,you held it close,protected your heart,hiding your truth. Or so you thought. Instead, you spread your traumas,your insidious anxieties, and lack of self-worth on every surface. Flowing like Vesuvius,and sticking like peanut butter,your anguish and torture,gummed up the works.For you. For those around you. It must have been…
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The Last Call
I gave what you said you wanted,you said it was unexpected,and dismissed it. “No, that’s not what we meant.” I led from the teachings,you said they were too risky, sabotaged our efforts, and clung to the status quo. “We can’t afford it! They don’t give!” You watched, or maybe you averted your eyes,as I was attacked,mistreated, and diminished.I poured out of the pitcher of my call,you diluted…
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Luscious, Brisk, Crisp, Frigid Air
My lungs were overloaded with recirculated, filtered, fossil fuel-warmed air,as I craved the slippery world through the glass. Struggled but abundantly motivated,I strapped the YakTrax over my trainers,and emerged from my 950-square-foot cocoon. Clouds formed before my nose and mouth,as I released days of air shared with family and chihuahua,before breathing in the luscious, brisk, crisp,…
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A Pause at Winter Solstice
Embrace the solstice hush, cuddle beneath the dark blanket, safe from our frenetic world...
Dusk an hour before the Winter Solstice. Embrace the solstice hush,cuddle beneath the dark blanket,safe from our frenetic world. If only for one long night,allow the divine peace we crave,to descend on friend, foe, and stranger. Learn from dormant insects,barren trees, and the resting babethat tonight is a time for rest. We are one people,one breathing planet and one universeinextricably…
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I see you.
The eyes captured me first. Their stories evoked deep grief and profound sadness, weakening and quieting my body. The inexplicable sensations that befall me when I encounter other realms overtook me. “Pay attention! The ancestors are crying out!” Though not my biological ancestors, I felt the presence of three-year-old Sara Livshitz and her four-year-old brother Daniel. The image of my own…
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The Enslaver in the Family
“…A great deal of human suffering exists because of the denial of the past and an inability to acknowledge and integrate it. But when the decision is made to finally look at and feel the past, everything shifts…Because historical traumas are human creations, most often occurring when one group victimizes and oppresses another, they do not end neatly or quickly. In many ways, conditions extending…
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Squishy Hands & A Man Rolled into a Fetal Position
Wrapping my aging adult hands around the cast iron toy bus, I move out of my body and into an inexplicable sphere. I feel the soft squishy child’s hand in my own. It is as if my hands cover and simultaneously inhabit her hand. My deceased mother’s toy bus. Partially hidden behind a ratty chair in the dark room, my four or five year old mother scoots the toy across the worn and smoggy rug.…
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