There’s some healing going on in our house. My writing is changing as I continue on in my practice. I no longer feel like I need to retell the trauma of Temma’s birth, near-death, coming back to life with profound brain damage and the shame and guilt that I wrestled with for so long. That’s […]
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Temma was laughing last night. I awoke to her laugh–a sharp intake of air accompanied by a little shriek–a giggle that doesn’t last long, but when it does happen is usually followed by another and maybe another. Who knows what brings on these laughs? When I heard Temma in the night, I recalled our Pentecost […]
Yesterday was Baptism of Jesus Sunday. The sermon that I prepared is here. In worship the sermon was followed by a ritual of renewal of our baptism. Waiting in what she remembers as being a very small room at the Emergency area of the hospital, a mother just two days still in her bathrobe and […]
Writing From the Margins 