Tag: mourning
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Everyone Grieves Something
I’ve been on walks with my sister in the desert, and one sound stands out from others. The melancholy coo of the mourning doves. It’s a sorrowful song, like a melody played in minor keys. They’re the constant reminder of why I’m here. To honor my brother-in-law for a life well-lived and to encourage my…
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What If We Messed With The Calendar?
Mothers’ Day. A celebration of those who have given birth, raised children and have been shaped by the process. Married with six children, this became the holiday of cherishing home-made cards, hand-made potholders from little plastic looms and wonderful—or questionable–attempts at cooking. It was a day I loved and felt thoroughly uncomfortable with. I’ve…
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Silence…And The Ringing Of The Bells
It was 4 in the afternoon. Busy in downtown Amsterdam. Many tourists were there for holiday. Many languages were flying by my ears. When the bells rang at 4, a quiet settled over the streets. Car radios could be heard, a few voices whispered. But a general quiet blanketed the city. It was a moment…
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