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October, 2025 It’s autumn in Vermont. The colors in my neck-of-the-woods are not as vibrant as they’ve been in past…

The sharp sound awakened me. “You were snoring,” the voice declared. The copy of James Lee Burke’s novel, Jolie Blon’s…

This is why I weep/ And my eyes overflow with tears./ No one is near to comfort me,/ No one…

My Lenten practice began in March, and now on the twentieth of April, with the end approaching, there’ve been no…