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EASTER: AN AWKWARD DATE [March 2008] For the last several years I have been troubled by Easter. It has begun to remind me more and more of an awkward date. Like I should be having a better time than I actually am; that I should know better this person sharing this significant moment of my life with; and that I should know what to say on such an occasion. |
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CHRISTMAS EVE: DARKNESS REQUIRED [December 2007] Christmas Eve in our home, to no surprise to anyone who knows anything about my family, was anything but “silent”. Not until the last hours of the night when every light in the house would be turned off and a single candle would be lit in the darkness. Darkness at Christmas is required. The opening lines to Silent Night, memorable and beautiful as they are, begin a bit out of order. |
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PLAYING IN A WORLD OF SCARCITY
[July 2006] We broke every crayon we had in half and tore each piece of paper into. At the end of the first day all of the paper, all the crayons, and all of our words were gone. We drove away in silence. Moses said “we all live in a world of scarcity.” Somehow his words told the truth that encouraged us to return ready to play the next day. |
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A SEX TALK: FOR MEN ONLY [February 2006] I will be as honest as I can about everything I can because I don’t think fear of sex has ultimately helped anyone. And someone needs to start telling the truth about this stuff and I’ve got nothing to lose in doing so. So, I may not be the expert, and I can’t say everything about it, and a whole lot has been said already… but I believe there are a few things that need to be said. |
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IN MEMORY: JOSEPH M. MACKEY SR. [March 2001] Those hands with those scars had built and held a marriage together. And held not only his life together but often his kids lives and his grandkids too. It was not just a costume that he had worn for the last eighty years. It was not the shell of a turtle that he had escaped from and now was free to live without the need for protection. In as much as Joseph Maynard Mackey Sr. was not in that silver box, it was. It was my father’s father that lay there with his hands next to his side. |
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