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    The Scent that Never Fades

    “Sir, there is nothing more you can do here. Your wife is gone. But here is what you can do,” the nurse said, “I want you to go home and gather up all of your wife’s dirty clothes. I want you to put them in a plastic trash bag and tie it up tightly.” The first time I heard this story from a doctor colleague I paused, anxiously waiting for the rest of the narrative to be shared. “And then,” she continued,…

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    Turning Toward Emptiness

    In turning toward emptiness my life begins to take a new shape. My first art class I was a freshman in high school. I loved my art teacher – also a…

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    Loving My Neighbors

    After the Orlando shooting, I noticed my neighbors a few streets over had a large rainbow flag hanging from their porch. I don’t really know them, but I did recall briefly chatting…

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    Sucker Pie

    This video from Manchester United player, Andreas Pereira, popped up in my Facebook newsfeed today.  A memory came rushing back. I was about five when I informed my mom I would be…

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    the eyes have it

    When I turned around, I met the gaze of a woman in a black burqa. Every part of her veiled, except her eyes. And she had the most beautiful ones I'd…

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    the anti-joel ostseen post on grief

    Both Joel and I have written about seasons as a metaphor in relationship to grief, but Joel doesn't seem to understand what it means to actually live with the seasons.…