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On Forgiveness and Pitchers

I read a blog post about forgiveness last week.

It made me think. And think. And think.

I am no good at forgiveness. Really. I suck at it. I am the type of woman who keeps everything inside. I have the memory of an elephant, and it has the grip of a python. I can never let things go.

So when things in my study group at church turn to the phrase ‘Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us’, and we discuss the fact that we are asking God to forgive us in the same way we forgive those around us, I am frightened. Continue reading


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It hits me, sometimes, right smack in the face, how quickly I am growing up. This week, it hit me while I was texting my friend.

You’d think it would hit me when my future roommate called to tell me that the credit check went through, and it’s official – we have an apartment. She’s dropping off 12 post-dated checks today. I’m moving out of my parents’ house for the first time. That speaks of growing up. But it didn’t. Continue reading

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You Wield the Key

Lord, I’ve been praying to you about this for a few months now. At first it was abstract and occasional thoughts here and there, not even every day.

It would be nice to meet him.

After an afternoon of discussion that ranged in topic from hope to feelings of betrayal to faith to prayer to family to food to love, I began to pray in earnest. Continue reading

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Absolutely amazing. I love it!

Spelling - Teaching Spelling - Spelling Rules

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world. After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.

Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it’s written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,

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Waves: On Leaving My Parents’ Religion

When I was a few months of age, my parents had me baptized according to their Catholic tradition. As a child we didn’t go to church. When I hit the third grade my mother insisted on having me do my First Communion. In the time it took me to have the classes done on Sunday mornings, I grew to love the atmosphere and the people. God was a distant, impassive entity who presided over me and my actions, keeping an impartial ledger of all my rights and wrongs. It was a heavy burden for an eight-year-old.