Chemical

  Yesterday I was up at the Cloisters looking at a famous painting of the annunciation.  A teeny Jesus is flying in Mary’s window, teeny streaks of light behind him, a toothpick cross on his back.  He reminds me of Tinkerbell. The tour guide said the announcement, the word of God, impregnated Mary, so Jesus […]

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Tea

How is the anxiety disorder?  How is the Russian Tea Room?  I prefer the Russian Tea Room. It took a glass of wine and a call to my mother to get me into Manhattan.  I had successfully passed through lunchtime (for mysterious reasons a great anxiety trigger) and my oh-shit work is over I have nothing […]

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Skeletons Warming Themselves

I didn’t know three people who died this week. On Thursday, my meditation group mourned a parishioner who was shot by the police.  I never met her. They talked about how okay Ms Danner was when she was okay, how you would never know she was ill.  Someone held a piece of her knitting, just as the […]

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Very Small Things

As the lesson said, “mustard seed,” I thought there must be smaller things than that, things so small that is the size of the faith that I have, like, perhaps a speck of dust.  Last night I was taking the train home and suddenly realized that I had no money, and would never have any […]

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