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Like Stars

My body is the temple. My marriage is the temple. My work is the temple. So sweep the temple. Worship in the temple. Don’t worship the temple.

Songs Of Dawn

Willie Mays And Mr. Tic Tac Toe

Willie Mays was only thirteen years old, but already center field was his private domain. His mitt seemed to have radar installed in it, registering the trajectory and velocity of the ball. All Willie had to do was glide into place, flip out his glove, and the ball would land there, trapped in leather.

Wealth

The Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, a warm smile, eight pieces of chocolate

Villanelle

Uniting The Opposites

An Interview With M.C. Richards

I think that as we become more creative, we move toward a concern with social justice and compassion. That’s the natural movement. We come, maybe through times of loneliness, toward experiencing the reality of another person. As we create, you might say, we are created. We move toward a deepened awareness of reality. Outwardly, we move toward social justice; inwardly we move toward compassion.

The Baby Machine

The next day was Sunday, and after church Peggy was born time after time. “Being born” meant sliding down the trough into the pillow. Magda knew that babies were born with diapers on, so that was how Peggy was dressed.

Duty

A rhinestone butterfly pin, an appointment for next Saturday, “Louie Louie”

Sunbeams

It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

Anne Sexton

Sugar

We’re in the check-out line and I’m putting the groceries on the counter. This is the hardest part of shopping with a two-year-old.