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A Long Trail of Sweet Fragrance
From the foot of the long driveway, I closed my car door and was taken aback by the fragrant aroma traveling through the air to greet me. Turkish spices, tomatoes, garlic and potatoes, kale and golden raisins, were all surely doing their best to behave and blend...
When There Are No Words: Advent Reflection
The photos in this piece are the work of Photographer/Writer Gary Fultz “There are many things we don’t have language for,” our instructor Tolu said last Saturday in the One to One Care training I attend. It made me stop. She continued. “Often we don’t have words to...
For Our Mothers Who are In Heaven
At the hem of Christ’s cloak you wept. At the foot of Christ’s glory you bowed. At the center of centuries you stood, one with the resurrected One, who with two scarred hands, wiped away your tears. For you were convinced that neither death nor life…nor anything else...