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God’s Behind the Door
Recently my mother turned 89. It won’t surprise me if she makes it to 90 or 95, although I have already responded to several phone calls over the last couple years that left me in tears thinking that she was … Continue reading
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Tagged Aunt Leona, Catholic, Coleen, doors, existential emptiness, faith, gifts, God, humor, last rites, loneliness, Mom, mother, poet, proud, reality, Sacred Heart of Jesus, Wisconsin State Journal, writer
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A Dream Realized
When I was in about second grade or possibly third I remember sitting at the feet of my Great Aunt Leona, listening to her talk about writing. She was a poet, composer, and a stringer for the Wisconsin State Journal, … Continue reading
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Tagged Amazon.com, Arno Michaelis, articles, books, childhood sex abuse, composer, createspace, Empty Playground, essays, Great Aunt Leona, literary collection, My Queer Life, plays, poet, produced, published, queer, speeches, stringer, understanding, Wisconsin State Journal, writing
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A Single Bluebird 