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One to Light

Black as blue can be. A dark cacophony. Whose very essence screams, its intent and hastening. A shrewd malevolence needs a place of mediocrity. And found a spot in core and heart to rest its head and do its part. And as its indentation lay, impressing spirits not to delay…

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Between Magical and Miserable

Celebrations can be a challenging time for distressed couples. All of the festivities during holidays or hubbub of family gatherings can make everything seem more intense. When things go well—life can feel magical. When things go poorly—life can feel miserable. The...

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Jump, Act, Do this Christmas

I met my husband Chuck in 1983, just before the holidays. On one of our first dates he wanted to share stories of Christmases past, present and future. A great idea, right? But as soon as he mentioned the word “past” I was out. With a broken family, lost loved ones and

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When Men Cry

“You look beautiful when you cry,” my mother said looking into my glistening brown eyes. I was no stranger to tears. I had experiences as a young girl that made crying come easy. Whenever I was hurt, afraid, even embarrassed, my face would contort against my will, turn beet red and spurt teardrops at the drop of a dime. I rarely saw anyone cry as much

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Courage to Change

Many things about Mom irritated me. She was lazy, preoccupied with herself, had little ambition and seemed content to deny her trouble with alcohol. “Alcoholic” was a word I used to describe Mom at every possible moment. All my troubles seemed encased in that one word. The death of my sister when I was seven and the death of my father two years later

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Bah! to Christmas Memories

Chuck and I met on November 19, 1983 in Dearborn, Michigan—a suburb due west of Detroit. It was a blind date arranged by mutual friends and I was blind with excitement. Especially after meeting him.When he came to the door, dark curly hair met by a beard trimmed into...

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We Yearn

For over 20 years I hoped for what I didn’t have, you could see it in my easy-to-tear eyes, my hands that quivered so much it was hard to hold a pencil, and finally, in my life choices that led me down a path strikingly similar to that of my mom’s. As a young Irish-Italian woman I did not wait patiently,

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Breathing Hope

There are a thousand people walking far and nigh. With noses pointed north so far you wonder what’s so high. People watch, and tell the tale “Their heads are in the clouds.” Really they just hope to see up above the shroud. Breathing hope pulls you up way high to…

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It’s NOT about aliens!

Even though these films include that “unhuman” ingredient that gives us chills and that shrinking feeling before an upcoming scene, I believe that each film speaks to the inner lives of men: Who are we, what motivates us and what will we do once we know? In Signs, the Hess family is relentlessly harassed by the worst type of alien – it strikes all of the

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