My aunt Mimi and I dancing 1967

We Were So Close to Heaven

I grew up in a city where I played inside or in a fenced park with close supervision. On the weekends, I stayed with my grandparents in the suburbs. My mom’s youngest sister Mimi was in charge. She felt like a sister with three years between us and a room to share. We roamed freely,
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Blog Author Maureen Goldman

Faith in the Sun

Last week rain dripped from our gutters with the steady pace of a metronome that never stops. Cast against a dark sky, my favorite trees looked arthritic, their black branches bent and crooked. I rely on the sun to set the day and mark its progress. Rocking with the sunrise wakes my soul.  All I
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My Mom Was A Petty Thief

One of the best things I’ve found in my 50’s is acceptance of my mom. Growing up, Rita challenged my sensibilities and sanity on a regular basis by being lawless and the most unconventional mom in my circle by light years. Appreciating her took a long time and a lot of compassion. Rita was a
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basement entrance to a house

In a Youthful Register

It was my day to deliver Meals on Wheels. It’s a small way to give thanks to the senior citizens of the world, especially when you only do it once a month and pick a short route. I was checking my addresses to see how many I had left. I get bored with the task
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wrapped in daisies

A Path To Healing Through Grace

We had such sad news this week. My son Matthew’s friend Jason died, a young man we remember best as a sweet and shy seventh grader. To put a positive spin on this would be a crime. He was a boy who struggled, and that is all there is to say. Remarkably, I found a
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Ceramic Artist Beth Bolgla

Artist Beth Bolgla Has A Wonderful Vision for Living

Beth Bolgla has a unique and wonderful vision for living. She’s present, clear-eyed, and curious, with the kind of positive attitude that seems both innate and thoughtfully considered. She’s is also positive about things that most people aren’t. Beth visited me a few years ago to discuss featuring her ceramics at Catherine’s Table, my former
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Rhodes College, Memphis, TN

The Signs Told the Story

The day we dropped our daughter Emma off at Rhodes College was a not a day orchestrated for reflection. There was a brisk schedule to keep and a well filled with angst and sadness in my heart. My baby was moving on. When Emma was settled in her dorm room, the last pillow arranged on
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