
Summertime in America – A Poem by Georgia Sanders
Summertime, and the livin’ ain’t easy Bullets are flyin’ and people are dyin’ America’s streets are colored dark and blood red. Plans…
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Summertime, and the livin’ ain’t easy Bullets are flyin’ and people are dyin’ America’s streets are colored dark and blood red. Plans…
Read MoreIt is because you are meant to be that you are Standing in your sun kissed skin You are radiant and brilliant You…
Read MoreHoly Week While long winter nights ease into light-filled days and green shoots poke through crusty snow, the Lenten fast draws toward its final…
Read MoreErmias Asghedom, a child of the 1980’s crack epidemic and gang violence, learned to navigate and survive the systematic complexities of growing up black,…
Read MoreThis last fall, I lost my dear friend and neighbor Marianne to heart disease. Marianne was 80 years old. Many would say she had…
Read MoreWhen I married Mike in 1983, I moved to Pasadena, California for the first time. Having grown up in the San Gabriel Valley,…
Read MoreWhen a dear close friend of mine suddenly passed away, I saw rare hues from heaven beaming in the sky that day. From that…
Read MoreThere are people in every generation who are willing Willing to stand To step up To do the work We call you The fighters…
Read MoreThe Irish Saint Ciaran is remembered as the founder of Clonmacnoise, one of the greatest monasteries in Ireland. He is also numbered among the…
Read More“In a quiet water’d land…stands Saint Kieran’s city fair; And the warriors of Erin in their famous generations Slumber there.” Along the banks of…
Read MoreThey say the scenery of Glendalough is most beautiful on two occasions: when the sun shines, and when the mist falls. I cannot attest…
Read MoreThe land I called home for many years is facing a dire situation. My husband and I taught English in Northwest China beginning in…
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