Posts by Dori K

If I Should Die

Posted By on Jun 20, 2018

This I prayed:  Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. And then I, at a very tender age, would lie awake pondering my death. A bedtime ritual I could have done without. Maybe I’ve just discovered a root of all my behavior problems. You know the premarital counsel: Never go to bed angry. I lost a lot of sleep over that one too. There is always a new...

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Time On My Hands

Posted By on Jun 13, 2018

My mom was very creative, extremely talented and had good taste. She sewed tents and prom dresses, made art from nature, sugar easter eggs with intricate scenes inside, decorated cakes and much more. I learned to appreciate how focused Mom could be on her craft amid piles of laundry and dishes. She would not allow housework to interrupt her flow. She knew the value of time away. I don’t mean to brag but I feel like I have plenty of...

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Receiving a Call

Posted By on Jun 6, 2018

Have I told you the story about our little household of two receiving the call of puberty and menopause at the same time? I’ll save that for another day. Reading to my young Anna and raising her up with all the good wisdom I could muster was living in a thin place, close to God. We discovered Good vs. Evil in the fists full of books we would devour and, with much help, we taught her that Goodness was God-ness; the only way to be....

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It’s About Time

Posted By on Jun 1, 2018

It’s about the who, what, where, and why of Time, otherwise known as the Here and Now. Like Gulliver I too could be accused by the Lilliputians of idolizing my watch. Now it displays not only the time but my Calendar and my sacred To Do List and that’s even better. My dad’s big advice was “Plan your work then work your plan”  so I was delighted to discover Ember Days: a Christian practice of setting aside time during the Equinox and...

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Posted By on May 23, 2018

I was six in 1960 when my baby was born. Oops! I mean when my mother’s baby was born. I am told that I wanted to “take over”. Remembering back as far as I can, I hear a little girl responding, “Someone has to”. My parents were never fully organized for a brood of five. Mom had been given responsibility for all our domestic needs, was poor to delegate and was co-owner of an ever growing hoard of stuff. It was chaos. Dad worked all day...

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