Category: BLOG
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no heroes tonight
Originally posted on teanna sunberg: This nativity set has been around since the girls were tiny. I think that I could capture you in this season of blinking lights and I’ll be home for Christmas promises. My fingers flutter above the keys as my mind stretches to capture a flittering thought, a sentence, a heartbeat in…
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no heroes tonight
I think that I could capture you in this season of blinking lights and I’ll be home for Christmas promises. My fingers flutter above the keys as my mind stretches to capture a flittering thought, a sentence, a heartbeat in a phrase. Writers do it all the time but I am sure that our weary world…
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third-culture thoughts
ANOTHER WORLD It wrapped its arms around my head and pulled as the revolving door spit me into its dim realm. As the days and years passed, the not unpleasant but pungently earthy smell would become a reminder that I had left the sphere of one world and entered an inner sanctum; a sub-world, if…
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miracle grow
Confession. My four daughters do not know how to stand in an orderly line. I realize that North American parenting protocol requires this to be checked off the list before we catapult our almost-adults into the free world. The ordering of oneself into a tidy, patient, linear stance is essential to public health and safety,…
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all about obedience
A foggy, Autumn afternoon creates the perfect opportunity for photos of Fisherman’s Bastion, Saint Matthias Church and Castle Hill. On this beautiful afternoon, it opens the door for some personal reflection. How obedient does God find me to be?
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tiger mom
The clouds let go of a gush of tears as my baby left the car tonight. My wipers worked their rhythmic magic, a pulsating synchronization of my mother’s heart. In a few short months, she will leave for college. What is this ripping of ligament from bone that slashes at my tiger soul? It is…
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just a little frankenstein
Foggy weather, creaking trees, the soul in eerie lab coat meets. November chill. Kettles bubble, knife edged shriek, Whirly-burly criss-crossed streets. Sanctuary. Ravens meet and take to flight, the strange grimace of Frankenstein. Imagination’s eye. Within its life giving corridors, the Szent Janos hospital has been a source of healing, kindness and even laughter for…
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where were you?
With the coffee cup midway to a sip, the first text slammed into our afternoon. ‘Where are you? Lydia has hurt her ankle. Come quickly.’ And a little later, another text, ‘It may be broken.’ Our hospital journey had begun.
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no tourists please
Paradox: I am a tourist in a city where I live. Today with camera attached to my arm, I have chosen to drink coffee on Vaci Utca with other tourists. Snapping photos, gazing at the 18th century architectural wonders, dodging baby carriages, and sniffing forbidden Hungarian spiced wine, I am blending. The city with its…
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turkish toilets
I have heard it recently related that the wife of an important person was hesitant to visit our part of Europe where the toilets may be Turkishly challenging and life is a little raw. She preferred the westernly ordered, pristine shopping boulevards of our European neighborhood. I have to smile at her loss as I…