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To Notre Dame and the world, with love
Last night Notre Dame burned.
20-A Bigger Map
“Where y’all goin’?” he asked, peering over the counter at me. A Sunday, late morning…we were somewhere south of St. Louis, Missouri. “New Orleans,” I
20-Arrived
Descending on the city of New Orleans late last night, the river’s curve beckoned like an elbow. The curve of a hug, calling us in.
Welcome
You were a surprise both in announcement and arrival- Our first child, we were novice. But somehow I knew you were coming- two weeks before
An unseen teacher
My shallow breath rises from somewhere in my chest, small sips of air. I long for the deep drinks that satisfy– breaths coming long, slow
Thank you, Mary Oliver
I’d like to write a poem to thank you, Mary Oliver, To thank you, to thank God for you. Your words remind me to look,
Luggage
Each of us pulls our own cart filled with the luggage of our lives.