Category: Personal Reflections
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Lost and Found in the Spectrum of Belief
I’m not religious, but I’m not an atheist, exactly. I left the church, but mostly because the church left me. I was raised Catholic, so my faith tradition is based on Jesus Christ. But I’m not a “Christian” in the sense of how most people, including most Christians, view it today. My worldview is evolving,…
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Corporate Breach of Public Trust
In my work as a content manager for the marketing department of TorkLaw, a personal injury law firm, I’ve recently come across two cases that keenly illustrate why laws and regulations aren’t enough to prevent corporate fraud, and highlight the need for tort law to protect public safety. In a country of laws, most people assume…
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Precious
One day when I was a child I left my lilac house and rode In our car to the sea. On a faraway island The mystic mermaids Had tossed secret treasures Of colored glass gems worried smooth By the reaching white hands of the sea. I fill an ocean of wonder Inside my heart With…
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A Holiday Note
Violin bow of sled on snowBreath of horse in frosty blowHarness jinglesLaughter minglesFrom golden stars above and below.Deep blue wishes sung aloudEcho through the twinkling boughsAnd kindly warm our icy earsWith a musical glow of comfort and cheer. Carol of candles in radiant chorusHeartfelt, in off-key harmony for usChildren’s faces proudly gleamingForgetful of words but…
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Blue
In the blue world of twilightshe tucked me undera blue-flowered comforterand I sat in the pale blue hueof a black and white TV screenbut outside in the worlda blue light shoneon a brass saxophoneplaying Ellington’s Mood Indigoand the hyacinth spreadits sweet perfumeand it floated abovelike Marc Chagall’s loversin a deep blue skyand I closed my blue eyesto…
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The Sisterhood of Trees
In my yard, there is an elm tree almost a hundred years old. What is amazing about this tree is that during its youth, all its fellow elms died from the Dutch elm blight that left the New England landscape more barren than before. Yet this tree survived. They say this is because it was…
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To an Artist
My childhood is painted in morning yellow sunshineshining through the trees in the woodsthrough the glass in the windowonto the floor where I playedwarm and close to you. And in afternoon green and purple and grey like the lilac busheswhere I made my homein childish imitation of yourswith carpets of moss and walls of flowersand…
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A Eulogy for Ruth
My mother’s surname at her birth was Strong, and it is fitting to note that she was born to a line of Strong women.
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