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Annie

Annie

Not too long ago, I was flipping through the journal I kept in those days and I found an outraged entry about Annie, penned by my jealous twelve-year-old self. I...

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Annie

Not too long ago, I was flipping through the journal I kept in those days and I found an outraged entry about Annie, penned by my jealous twelve-year-old self. I...

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Comedy and Tragedy in the Not-Right World

Comedy and Tragedy in the Not-Right World

Optimism comes easy to children who are surrounded by caring people and protected from sad stories. But this whole planet is groaning under the weight of its sad stories, and...

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Comedy and Tragedy in the Not-Right World

Optimism comes easy to children who are surrounded by caring people and protected from sad stories. But this whole planet is groaning under the weight of its sad stories, and...

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Joy Too Can Be An Act of Resistance

Joy Too Can Be An Act of Resistance

I’ve watched fear bloom in my heart like a Venus flytrap, snapping at any beautiful thing that dares to flutter too close. And I’ve decided: this joy thing is not...

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Joy Too Can Be An Act of Resistance

I’ve watched fear bloom in my heart like a Venus flytrap, snapping at any beautiful thing that dares to flutter too close. And I’ve decided: this joy thing is not...

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Flourish: A Spencerian Definition

Flourish: A Spencerian Definition

The following poem was written specifically for the Summer 2019 issue of Cultivating and first published there in June 2019. The enchanting photograph was taken by Debby Hudson and made available...

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Flourish: A Spencerian Definition

The following poem was written specifically for the Summer 2019 issue of Cultivating and first published there in June 2019. The enchanting photograph was taken by Debby Hudson and made available...

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Kilmurvey House

Kilmurvey House

I’m not in Ireland today, but the grey sky in West Texas has been pouring steady water for over twenty-four hours. When I went running down the flooded little streets in...

Kilmurvey House

I’m not in Ireland today, but the grey sky in West Texas has been pouring steady water for over twenty-four hours. When I went running down the flooded little streets in...

The Stag Who Lived Forever

The Stag Who Lived Forever

I'm so happy today to be able to share a story of my own with all of you. Sam Smith of Story Warren graciously invited me to write something for...

The Stag Who Lived Forever

I'm so happy today to be able to share a story of my own with all of you. Sam Smith of Story Warren graciously invited me to write something for...