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A chair was never emptier
than on the first Thanksgiving
after my father died.
This time, I have left my body behind me, crying
In its dark thorns.
Our Father who art in me
You are the One I love
The One who hurt me
The One who seeks the truth
Despite the holiday’s false origin tale, we can celebrate with our families in ways that honor those whom the day originally dishonored. Ultimately, within our families and communities and schools, … Continue reading →
Thanksgiving today. Soaked with sleet. No sun for six days — six is the Devil’s number. I have looked through this window, at these American skies for 5 times 6 … Continue reading →
Lord, let us first ask you to bless this table: for the weight of the feast it must bear. As you know, Lord, we have lately had an election in … Continue reading →
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