Tag Archives: mother

Tug at my Heartstrings

Posted on August 18, 2019 by

This past month has been one where things on my mind truly hit my heart with a new depth of understanding.  I feel the pull on my heartstrings, a tug-of-war between letting go and holding on, which is familiar to … Continue reading →

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Tuesday Nights With Nane

Posted on May 11, 2019 by

There are women in my life who are critically important to me in my circle of family, relatives, friends and co-workers. They range in age from teens to mid nineties. They are daughters, sisters, aunts, grandmothers, oldest friend, newest friend, … Continue reading →

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Mayr Im, Mother

Posted on May 13, 2018 by

   To all mothers who have left the light on with their unconditional love, this day belongs to you. Mother’s Day is a word that reminds us of hope, of life, of stability and belonging, of creation and procreation, symbolized … Continue reading →

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Beautiful Hands

Posted on May 11, 2017 by

“These very hands, a mother’s hands, These old and new hands These very hands… …That have been worn out And also become rough But for all of us They are as tender as silk These perfect hands, A mother’s hands.” … Continue reading →

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I’ve Watched Mothers

Posted on May 8, 2016 by

Dedicated to the women who’ve lost a child and to the women who share the burden of loss. To the women of soldiers and to the women soldiers. To the women who pray and to the women who ask for a prayer.  Mother: she … Continue reading →

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Trees, Bricks and Mortar

Posted on November 2, 2015 by

I have always liked getting my hands dirty, feeling the earth run through the webbing of my fingers, digging through sand, mud and stone. My passion must have started as a child growing up in the hot, dry desert sands … Continue reading →

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