Back Then

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I haven't heard Brian Crain's Piano Opus since I wrote things from a tiny rent house right outside of Houston, TX. Back then, I'd rise early before the children stirred…

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Mr.Carver

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His face is weathered in the pictures I've seen, but his gaze is gentle and his eyes beam kindness. I imagine that, in person, he was unobtrusive yet unavoidable. He…

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Home

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Seeing his shoes makes me breathe easy. All worn and untied and soft from all day wear, sitting there, at the end of our long hall.... They tell me that…

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Women

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Women are cultivators. No matter the occupation or lack there of, no matter the political leaning or preferences, no matter the background or bent,  women are a wonder of ability…

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A Quick Weave

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I'm here on hump day, feeling grateful that I get to fill this white space with words again. I don't have long, it seems like I never do these days,…

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Now, and Then

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I was right in the middle of my routine run, clean, and scurry. Once a week I scrub past the surface and try to get each room looking like it's…

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The Way

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I began reading Ruth last week. Wanting so much to hear, to understand, to know - I flipped papyrus wondering where to land and Ruth is where I found myself.…

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